After returning to his quiet residence in Cyan Cliff Hall, Chen Yu didn't immediately rush to practice the three True Transmission techniques.
First, he found a flat bluestone under the old locust tree in the center of the courtyard—its leaves already mostly withered and yellow—and sat down cross-legged.
Autumn sunlight filtered through the sparse branches, casting mottled patterns of light and shadow. A cool mountain breeze swept by, lifting a few withered leaves that spun upon the ground.
He closed his eyes and focused, allowing his mind to gradually settle. Only when the distant roar of the waterfall and the chirping of forest birds faded away did he begin to recall and scrutinize, word by word, the contents of the three True Transmission Cultivation Techniques in his mind.
