Hunt for the chosen one.

Zhang Xiu felt the morning sun's gentle rays kiss her closed eyelids, gradually spreading warmth across her face and throughout her body, illuminating most of the room. The pleasant sensation coaxed her from sleep, and she responded with a luxurious yawn, stretching her arms as she welcomed the arrival of a new day.

Surveying her room, her gaze fell upon her grandfather, who sat serenely in a lotus position, deep in meditation. "You're awake," he remarked, his voice breaking the silence. Zhang Xiu rolled her eyes at his predictability, rising from her bed and offering a respectful bow in his direction.

"Good morning, gramps," she greeted, her tone polite as she retrieved a robe from her wardrobe before heading into the bathroom. Her grandfather continued his meditation, his eyes shut, and he chose not to disturb her further.