The moonlight was hazy, the stars dimly visible. The nights at Long Jade Gate were extremely serene. The junior disciples, unconcerned with worldly matters, chased and frolicked among themselves. The youths, who had just joined the sect and not yet begun fasting, were now enjoying their meals in their residences. In several large halls dedicated to artifact refining, the sound of hammering could be heard all day long. That rhythmic CLANG, CLANG, CLANG, CLANG always stirred one's impulse to recite poetry, compose verses, or sing.