Lotus Peak, under the ginkgo tree.
You Su and Ji Lingruo had just finished their swordsmanship sparring, using real swords this time—Mo Song Sword and Mu Yan Sword—instead of wooden ones.
You Su sheathed his sword, his eyes showing approval; Ji Lingruo, on the other hand, appeared listless and despondent.
Even though she had been practicing diligently, why couldn't she land a hit on her senior brother?
This stirred some self-doubt within her.
The sunlight filtered through the withered branches, casting mottled shadows. Only a few solitary leaves remained on the old ginkgo, while the grass below was already covered in a layer of golden leaves, soft and rustling underfoot.
The cold wind swept by, blowing down the last of the leaves.
Seeing this scene made Ji Lingruo even more sorrowful, while You Su casually caught a freshly fallen leaf, brought it to his nose to inhale deeply, and showed a look of intoxication.
