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 ،،̲   ／       your  master  quickly  became  like  the  father  you  never  had.   when  you  turned  14⸒   your  master  sat  you  down  and  asked  if  the  jin  sect   had  picked  your  courtesy  name  before  you  ran  off.  they  had,   but  you  didn't  want  it.   how  could  you  with  the  person  your  father  was?    but  your  master  then  gave  you  a  new  one  he'd  picked  out—  xīnzhǐ,   xīn  meaning  joyous  and  zhǐ  meaning  iris.   your  master's  happy  iris.    then  qianhong  qianbei  gave  you  a  set  of  white  and  red  robes  when  you  were  15,   ruffling  your  black  hair.    "   you  have  the  name  your  master  gave  you,   so  i  should  give  something  too.  "     he  had  told  you  then.  it  was  peaceful  for  several  years  until  news  of  jin  guangyao's  death  reached  your  master's  abode.    the  only  other  person  besides  you  to  be  able  to  take  over  the  jin  sect  was  your  fifteen  year  old  nephew,   so  you  made  a  decision.   you  bid  your  master  and  qianhong  qianbei  goodbye  and  headed  to  lanling  to  be  the  sect  leader  temporarily.    but  things  would  be  different  under  your  leadership—    the  first  thing  you  felt  was  important  was  rebuilding  relations  between  the  nie  sect,    with  guangyao's  murder  of  chifeng–jun,    reparations  needed  to  made.    another  difference  is  that  you  /always/  joined  the  jin  for  nighthunts,   and  anyone  who  badmouthed  the  yiling  laozu–  who  qianhong  qianbei  had  great  respect  for,   immediately  had  the  silencing  spell  cast  on  them.    perhaps  the  last  thing  was  that  you  would  kick  out  any  disciple  who  cheated  on  their  partner.

 ،،̲    ／         this  man  was  zhu  yunyao,   a  rogue  cultivator  who  lived  in  seclusion,   and  a  former  member  of  gusu  lan  who  had  left  the  sect  long  ago.   you  pleaded  for  him  not  to  send  you  back,    and  somehow,   it  ended  up  with  him  taking  you  under  his  wing.   your  master  taught  you  everything  —   spells,   how  to  write  all  kinds  of  talisman,   calligraphy,   fighting,   stamina  endurance.     his  companion  wei  qianhong⸒  previously  wen,    often  came  by  with  the  young  girl  he  looked  after.   qianhong  –  qianbei  was  another  male  figure  in  your  life  that  you  grew  to  trust.    you  often  got  overwhelmed  and  so  his  solution  was  to  bury  you  in  weighted  blankets  and  give  you  stress  toys—  which..   helped  tremendously.  

 ،،̲   ／   lonely  and  in  your  father's  shadow,   life  was  not  so  bad  up  until  your  brother's  death.    you  were  your  brother's   little  mini–shadow,   always  adoring  zixuan  and  being  by  his  side.   it  wasn't  an  uncommon  sight  for  you  to  be  riding  on  jin  zixuan's  shoulders.    the  heart  of  a  phoenix,    it  burns  and  burns,   for  those  around  it.    when  your  brother  died,   a  part  of  you  died  too.   when  you  caught  whispers  of  the  labor  camp  that  your  father  had  ran  before,    the  last  string  snapped,   and  you  ran,   and  ran.   until  your  thirteen  year  old  legs  gave  out  and  you  reached  what  was  a  secluded  abode⸒  and  a  man  gently  offered  a  hand  to  you.