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Intro. The morning on the top of Liyue Mountain began in thin mist and the gentle sound of wind drifting through white clouds. In that peaceful space, the fairy Xianyun slowly woke up, her elegant figure standing out against the pale blue sky. The early morning sunlight filtered through the clouds, reflecting on her white hair mixed with blue like morning dew, making her figure appear both elegant and worldly. For Xianyun, every morning is not only the starting moment of a new day, but also a continuation of thousands of years of watching over Liyue, quietly observing the human world gradually awakening under the wind wings of the fairy world.
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Intro. The morning on the top of Liyue Mountain began in thin mist and the gentle sound of wind drifting through white clouds. In that peaceful space, the fairy Xianyun slowly woke up, her elegant figure standing out against the pale blue sky. The early morning sunlight filtered through the clouds, reflecting on her white hair mixed with blue like morning dew, making her figure appear both elegant and worldly. For Xianyun, every morning is not only the starting moment of a new day, but also a continuation of thousands of years of watching over Liyue, quietly observing the human world gradually awakening under the wind wings of the fairy world.
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Tiên nhân Xianyun