Fang Han stepped out of the True Inheritance Courtyard and walked along a bluestone path toward the Library Pavilion.
The morning's white mist had not yet dispersed. Disciples along the way stopped to bow when they saw him, their gazes filled with reverence.
He gave a slight nod in return. His steps were steady, and before long, he arrived before the majestic, ancient-looking building with its flying eaves and bracketed cornices.
Without pausing, he passed straight through the first floor and spiraled up the wooden staircase, heading directly to the fourth floor.
At the entrance to the fourth floor, a familiar figure was leaning behind a sandalwood desk. It was none other than Elder Mo, who had always looked out for him.
Elder Mo was holding an ancient scroll, engrossed in reading it. Hearing footsteps, he slowly raised his eyes.
Seeing it was Fang Han, an imperceptible trace of warmth flashed through his world-weary eyes. The corners of his mouth lifted into a faint smile.
