Zhao Rong glanced back at Li Jinsu, who was standing at the doorway, waving towards him with a gentle smile.
Zhao Rong returned a helpless smile to Li Jinsu, then turned around, straightened his crown and the green collar of his scholar's robe, and started walking towards Teacher Yan under the trees in the distant courtyard.
"Disciple Zhao Ziyu, pays respects to the Teacher."
Zhao Rong clasped his hands and bowed.
Yan Jidao, who had his back to him and was carefully inspecting a lush maple tree with leaves that were not red, immediately turned around. His expression was serious as he scrutinized Zhao Rong from head to toe a few times before nodding, "Ziyu, there's no need for such formalities."
Zhao Rong lifted his head and met Yan Jidao's gaze.
Neither spoke.
They remained silent for a few moments.
For some reason, Yan Jidao nodded again then suddenly turned, walking back towards the stone table under the tree while speaking.
