The Flying Frost Pavilion's Secret
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Pang Tai looked at the serious Feng Tianlan. He sat down and sighed in despair. "I finally have a master, but now she's leaving. How good it will be if you could stay in the Flying Frost Pavilion. With me around, no one will bully you."
"This is all I can teach you. The most important part is understanding it on your own."
Pang Tai didn't seem to have heard what Feng Tianlan said. He just took a stick and started drawing circles on the ground. He tried to draw a different shape with his stick instead of just circles. However, in the end, he still routed back to the starting point and connected the line to form a circle. He did that continuously for half an hour.
Feng Tianlan guessed his thoughts after a short period of staring at his drawings. "You want to leave this place, but for some reason, you have been constrained and prevented from leaving."