The morning light was just beginning to touch Cangling Mountain, and Qingchuan went about his usual duties at the tree house.
He swept away the fallen leaves, dusted off the surfaces, tidied up the stray items, and poured a cup of spirit wine.
Before long, the master of the house would finish his meditation, come over, sip the spirit wine, and watch the students arrive one after another for their lessons.
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