The dead of winter.
Another year had come to an end.
Wind and snow raged, and the bustling Commandery City was now draped in a blanket of white.
In the courtyard, Chu Mu, dressed in thin green robes, leaned back leisurely in a lounge chair. With a book in hand and a pot of hot tea beside him, he read intently under the eaves.
As he turned the pages, he took a sip of hot tea. A faint fluctuation of Spiritual Qi surged through his abdomen, spreading a pleasant warmth that was incredibly comfortable.
Putting down the book, Chu Mu glanced up at the swirling snow outside. He picked the book back up and headed into his room.
The room's layout was as simple as ever:
a wooden bed, a desk, and a bookshelf that occupied an entire wall.
Countless books were packed neatly onto the shelves, forming what looked like a wall of books.
