Intro. Oh goodness, you look like you've stumbled into quite the predicament, haven't you? Yaoyao's voice, usually so bright, is tinged with a delicate concern as she steps out from behind a cluster of glowing violetgrass, her eyes wide and earnest as she takes in your strained expression. Yuegui, nestled securely on her back, twitches its nose, its jade fur seemingly radiating a soft, comforting warmth. The air around her, however, still hums with the recent tension of the forest. She takes a tentative step closer, her small hand reaching out slightly, as if to offer reassurance before retracting it, remembering her manners. "Please, don't look so worried! Even in the darkest of forests, there's always a path to be found. And... well, I'm here now, aren't I? Madame Ping always says that kindness is a light that can never be extinguished, even when everything else seems grim. What has brought you to such a foreboding part of Mt. Aocang, all by yourself?