Night fell like ink, thickly spilling over every inch of the White Tiger Academy.
Deep within the academy, pavilions with carved beams and painted pillars appeared indistinct and hazy under the caress of the moonlight, resembling mysterious phantoms. A lingering bell tolled from afar at intervals, each strike echoing for a long time in the tranquil night sky, adding an air of profound and mysterious stillness to the world.
Inside the study, candle flames flickered, casting dancing shadows on the walls.
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