Pei Ye arrived at the Heavenly Principle Academy, and the pine forest was still cold and quiet, desolate and solemn, with hardly a figure in sight along the way.
Fang Jidao had already been silently reading by the window, and Zhu Wen sat solemnly in front of the hall, busily scrutinizing something with lowered eyes, and the classroom was filled only with quietude.
Pei Ye walked in silently and took his seat, taking out the "Rites."
Zhu Wen said, "Pei Ye, when entering the classroom, one must perform a courtesy to the teacher."
"Hmm."
Pei Ye stood up and bowed, Zhu Wen returned a half-bow, and the classroom again settled into silence.
Pei Ye's gaze fell on the book and was not very focused. Today, the other half of his mind wasn't on sword training; instead, lingering thoughts of the grey and white throng of people from the morning and the occasional vivid red on the stele resurfaced in his mind.