Xiao Li Qian's curious voice rang out, carrying a sense of naivety: "I remember there was no such precedent before? Why must the State Preceptor accept an apprentice and go to Dragon Tiger Mountain for four years?"
As these words were spoken.
The eyes of the small group all turned towards Qinglian, wondering what was going on?
She regularly visited the State Preceptor, surely she knew best.
The Little Fairy, quietly standing by the main door, held her petite frame upright. Her fair and delicate face shied away, and finally, she chose to lower her head, fiddling with her fingers.
At a glance, it seemed there was a story.
The morning sunlight gently filtered through the carved wooden windows of a reddish-brown hue, scattering onto the table, books, and people's bodies, across the floor...
The earth rejuvenated, the chill of winter no longer lingered, and the chirping of birds singing one and two notes returned~
