Two days later.
The morning light had only just broken, the thin mist of dew yet to disperse.
Qingwu Academy stood newly completed. The academy, with its dark tiles and white walls, rose up amidst towering pines and cypresses. The intertwined branches of two phoenix trees near the wall cast dappled, golden light through the morning fog, landing right upon the plaque with its golden characters set against a red background.
Chapter 112