Yun Qian's residence in the North Garden wasn't extravagantly luxurious, but because of its high and vast terrain, one could see the magnificent view of Celestial Bright Peak through the window.
The temple halls stood clustered at the mountain peak, their domes so remote that the patterns on the sides of the halls were indistinct.
Xu Chang'an stood by the window, staring blankly at the distant scenery.
In his hand, a sharp blade left silvery traces on the cutting board, the rhythmic sound of chopping akin to a musician lightly tapping chimes with drumsticks.
The task of chopping vegetables had deeply ingrained itself in Xu Chang'an's heart, making him adept even when preoccupied.
Xu Chang'an's hands worked, but his expression was absentminded.
Yun Qian and Li Zhibai were seated just outside the kitchen... it's unclear what the teacher and the young lady are discussing together.
