The righteous energy condensed into questions dissipated like ripples on water. Cui Yu let go of the scholar from the Fuzi Academy and led the other two forward, stepping into a forest of eighty-one peach and plum trees planted by the Confucian Sage himself.
The moment they entered the grove, Yu Hong and Zhou Minmin suddenly felt the chirping of cicadas grow deafeningly loud in their ears. The sound emanated from the canopies of trees four or five zhang high, creating a cacophony. Yet, it was the dead of winter; even though the Fuzi Academy was in the south, the sound of cicadas should not have been so intense.
"It's the Spring-Autumn Cicada!" Cui Yu’s expression turned solemn.
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