Linlu Academy was located a few hundred li east of Du You City, nestled within a vast tract of land yet shrouded in a subtle elegance, hidden amongst dense woods.
Within the Academy, besides the meticulously arranged architecture and ingeniously designed pavilions, there were also lush mountains and crystal-clear streams.
It was now early morning, and the first light of dawn broke over the dark outline of the distant mountaintops, with the morning sun slowly ascending.
The mountain forest was moist, droplets of dew condensed on the tips of leaves, and the breeze of early autumn brought with it a trace of chill.
Zhao Rong tightened the green-collared garment he wore, a deep robe with white as the main color and a green crossing collar, which he had received the day before. It was the standard attire for students of the Academy.
