For weeks leading up to this moment, Meiying had immersed herself in preparation. She had meticulously honed her control over the wind element, a connection that ran deep in her veins. Every morning, as the first rays of sunlight bathed their surroundings, she practiced the elegant movements of the Whispering Gale Dance, her Zephyr Whisper Fans an extension of her very being.
Her determination was unwavering, fueled by the whispers of the wind itself, which seemed to guide her every step. The knowledge that she was not alone on this journey brought a sense of comfort and strength. Zenki, her beloved husband, had been her pillar of support, offering both encouragement and practical advice.
