On the mountain behind Yijian Pavilion, there was a pavilion.
Liu Fengya sat quietly in the pavilion, listening to his wife play the zither. It was a melody of great elegance, and it was a moment of leisure he had obtained with no small amount of difficulty.
But today, while Liu Fengya was listening to the music, he suddenly looked up toward the sky. The weather had been cloudless, yet now, why had it become so shrouded in gloom?
Chapter 125