A small mountain village.
In the early morning, sunlight spilled into the courtyard, bright and beautiful with the spring glow.
A group of disciples were each busy with their own matters.
Nan Feng's Emperor's Breakthrough Melody had already reached a new realm, and now her qin music had become gentle.
Originally, the Emperor's Breakthrough Melody was fierce and resolute, with overwhelming killing intent, but now, she began experiencing another aspect of the music.
As she played, Little Wolf lay at her feet, occasionally raising its eyes to look at her, quiet and well-behaved.
The artwork that Zi Ling had been painting was now, in Li Fan's view, passable to look at and showed she had entered the threshold of the art.
Dugu Yuqing's calligraphy became increasingly vibrant, and just a few days ago, he had impressively copied his first poem "Thoughts in the Silent Night" with considerable accuracy.