The pine wind brushes beneath the eaves, verdant mountains reveal the Academy, spring brings forth the resounding voices of books.
"Qingxuan, have you gained any insight from this journey?" The old master, clad in simple scholar's robes white as snow, sat with eyes closed like a meditative monk.
The youth in azure washed away the dust from his body, then sat upright and solemn.
"Much insight has been gained. In this world, there is not only Ancient Qingzhou County, not only peace and prosperity; some cannot cover themselves, and the roads are littered with the bones of the frozen. This disciple can save two or three, but one's strength is meager... Passing through a small county in Canglan South County, I was gifted a poem by a kindred friend. May Master take a look."
