Inside the Four Saints Academy, autumn leaves fluttered, some golden like chrysanthemums, some crimson like blood. The wind swept along the corridor, covering the ground with a tapestry of decay and renewal. By the stone steps, few sparse chrysanthemums leaned, in the urn under the eaves, several spirit fishes swam leisurely.
The sky was high and the air refreshing, the cold sunlight bathed the entire Academy.
A cold, aloof woman walked over the ground covered with autumn leaves, arriving in front of a rustic courtyard with mottled walls, and gently knocked on the door.
The courtyard door opened by itself, a bright voice from within said, "Isn't it delightful to have friends come from afar?"
The cold woman replied, "I thought the second half of the saying was 'Though they are distant, they must be executed.'"
