He looked up at the color of the sky.
Lu Wufei then began to walk forward.
He had only taken about ten steps.
Stray snowflakes started to spiral down from the sky.
The first snow of the year had come, earlier than usual.
"Brother," someone called from afar.
Having left the master's tower, Lu Wufei was walking along the corridor of the flower pool when he heard a familiar shout. He turned his head to see Qing Feng and Ming Yue, his two fellow disciples, fishing in a pavilion not too far away. The one who shouted was Ming Yue.
Lu Wufei smiled and headed towards the pavilion.
Truth be told,
It had been a while since he had joined his fellow disciples for fishing.
During his last visit home, he had been tasked by Qing Chen with various chores, and there were many disciples lining up for his guidance. He simply hadn't had any spare time.
"Brother, how did it go?"
Qing Feng looked at Lu Wufei who was approaching and asked with a smile, "Did the master scold you?"
