Compared to the first and second floors, the third floor of the Elegant Scholar Pavilion was an entire small world.
In this three-story space, the sky was azure, the waters clear, and the green grass ample in shade. There was even a Small Cliff visible in the distance, with tall and straight pines on top of it, and a Clear Spring bubbling up from below, cascading down to form a miniature waterfall of multiple hues. Mist and miasma were rising, creating a scene of utmost beauty.
At this moment, on the grassy area shaded by trees, seven or eight Confucian Scholars dressed in white robes with their hair flowing freely were sitting cross-legged. In front of them, there was a lustrous Jade table on which a spread of delicious delicacies and fine fruit wines were set, gleaming on the jade with a crystalline luster.
