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Beneath the shadow of towering cliffs and ancient pines, the Moonlit Pavilion stood as a testament to centuries of forgotten tales and whispered legends. Its eaves, adorned with intricate carvings, cast intricate shadows upon the flagstone courtyard as the moon ascended in the ink-black sky. This was the heart of the martial world, a place where destinies interwove like threads in a celestial tapestry.
Within the Moonlit Pavilion, Master Liang presided over the martial assembly. His long, silver beard flowed like a waterfall, and his eyes, sharp as falcon's gaze, surveyed the gathering of disciples. Tonight was the eve of the Celestial Convergence, a cosmic alignment foretelling both auspicious beginnings and ominous trials.