Winter snow drifted gently, and a cool breeze brushed past with refreshing crispness.
Black swallows could be seen darting through wisps of light mist, circling the exquisite courtyard.
On the peak where Wénrén Píngxīn resided, a group of disciples passing by the delicate courtyard consciously slowed their pace and lightened their footsteps, making scarcely a sound.
Chapter 28