On the wall hung a painting while a young man draped in outer robes, with a handsome and serene countenance, sat there with his hands caressing the strings of a zither.
His emotions, usually constrained, flowed through the soft music, enchanting and melodious.
He was playing "Stolen Light" on the zither.
The zither music echoed. All the entrance and transfer exams have been concluded and disciples were encouraged to go home for the festival. Those who could not were all gathered around, relaxing or just hanging around.
Yet, his solitude was just as pleasing. He seemed unaware of his surroundings, fully absorbed in playing the strings. His dark hair cascaded over his shoulders, his eyes normally the colour of a glazed amethyst with a silver rim was more like lilacs as he focused on the zither.
There was a sound outside the door but Han Ji did not stop. There was only one person who came to his courtyard to disturb him.
Soon, Su Hai came in.
