Disciples hurried by, clutching Jade Scrolls or ancient texts, their expressions focused.
Still others had simply settled cross-legged on open-air stone platforms to one side of the plaza. They read the texts in their hands under the open sky, bathed in the light reflecting off the sea of clouds. Beside them sat cups of half-finished Spirit Tea.
The air, besides the scent of sandalwood and fresh greenery, was filled with the faint aroma of ink and medicinal herbs, along with the low, buzzing hum of discussion.
A few tame Spiritual Cranes strolled leisurely along the edge of the plaza. They would occasionally stretch out their necks and let out clear, resonant cries.
Farther off, a mischievous White Ape crouched on an upturned eave, craning its neck inquisitively to watch the bustling crowd below...
Despite having prepared himself, Qin Fang was still utterly captivated by the stunning scenery before him...
Only after a long while did he slowly come back to his senses.
