After a night of commotion, the sword hunting continued relentlessly, with conflicts playing out throughout the Huangquan Slope.
Yet, in some places, there was a tranquil serenity as always.
In the courtyard facing the tea room, the striking of a water deer under the inflow of water rang crisply. On the white sand, plum blossoms fell on the black rocks.
An aging samurai held a teacup, quietly gazing at the scene afar, comprehending the essence of Zen.
His actions paused slightly for a moment.
His eyes turned towards the door of the tea room.
Behind the paper door, there were soft footsteps approaching slowly. The visitor stopped outside the door, not hiding their presence, but bowed respectfully, waiting.
It was only after the samurai finished his tea that the visitor softly knocked on the door and respectfully reported, "Instructor Sato, disciple Yamachigoya humbly requests a meeting."
Sato put down the teacup and asked indifferently, "Why not knock at the beginning?"
