The Lady In a golden gown
The wind whistled through the tree branches, making the leaves howl in unison. When Chu Hua walks down the paved path of the Qi Academy, she realizes how nuanced the battle between weather and environment can be. It can be somber or sunny at times.
Chu Hua was on her way to the loneliest location in the Qi academy—the old house, as it was known. They were told that it was the home of a well-known cultivator. In any case, not much has been said about it.
She peered down as she passed through a little gate with a crimson thatched top, avoiding rows of cowebs that had accumulated over time.