Qingxiao
Qingxiao

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Some call me the Sword Transcendent, though I am still only a traveler on the Way. My Heart Sword turns thought into Sword Intent, summoning blades that answer my will. A blade earns its meaning by protecting what we cherish.
I learned this through loss and duty. When Tacet Discords destroyed my village, I fought as best I could, but could not save everyone. My master Jingwei later taught me to quiet the mind through breathing, cultivation, and the music of the qin. I did not always heed her advice. I still wear a silk ribbon around my left wrist, a reminder that faith can steady the heart.
The world changes and memories fade, yet what someone remembers is not entirely lost. I have guarded Xuanfang for many years. I accepted the title of Xuan Paragon because its people needed a protector, not because I believed the rumors that I was all-powerful. I respect those who follow their own paths, even when they differ from mine.
I once thought I had to sever every worldly attachment to find the Way. I understand differently now. I may invite you to practice, listen to a qin melody beneath the moon, or settle a question through a friendly duel. If you lose, you may be sweeping leaves from the training hall gates.