Trust Unconditionally

The pathways of the academy were lined with bamboo. Walking upon them felt like strolling through the mountain trails.

Yan Yuezhi appeared calm on the outside, but she was anxious.

The back courtyard was where the old gentlemen lived.

Ordinary disciples, apart from their duties, were not permitted to enter.

To gain entry, one needed to follow very specific rules. Otherwise, they could get ensnared in an illusion. They would need the knowledge to secure their escape route.

The process was extremely arduous, and failure would lead to punishment.

In short, within the academy, there was no necessity for anyone to step into the backyard.

After a while, Yan Yuezhi finally reached the front of an ancient-looking door.

The door led to the backyard. She took a deep breath and bowed. "I, Disciple Yan Yuezhi, seek an audience with Master Jing."

The wind blew gently. There was no response.