Nightfall
The epic and legendary tale of an extraordinary young man rising up from the masses, traversing his life in the pursuit of quantity over quality. His inquisitive voice echoes infinitely through the hills of the immortal Academy: "I am one who would rather suffer an eternity of destined calamities than beg for solace from thy saints..."
Unfolding The Sky (II)
編集者: Larbre Studio
The skylight was located high up on the cliff with birds flying in and out freely. A two-storey wooden building stood on the gentle slope beside the cliff. A square desk was placed in front of the building while an old scholar with a head full of grey hair was sitting behind the desk.
Other than the Headmaster of Academy, no one knew how long this old scholar had stayed at the Back Hill of the Academy. Nor did anyone know about his name and age. From Ke Haoran to Ning Que, the people at the Back Hill merely knew that the old scholar was always here to copy, read and memorize from the books. Nothing could interrupt his routine, not even the rain and the storm.
The people of the Academy addressed him as the Bookman. He was the Bookman of the Academy.
The Abbey Dean stood in front of the desk and he stared at the old scholar as he breathed in the unpleasant smell from the ink and the Huangzhou paper. After a long pause, he suddenly grinned sentimentally.