"The moon has already risen and yet they want someone to go and cultivate, that seems somewhat inconsiderate," but Pei Ye actually enjoyed the tranquil atmosphere of the silent night alone. Treading on the shadows of pines and cypresses, he arrived at the small courtyard where the bright moon served as his lamp, once again a realm of clarity.
The school was silent, and the Book Building as well, Pei Ye passed under the dim eaves and stopped in his tracks, a flood of moonlight spilled over the backyard.
The familiar heaven and earth enveloped him once again, surely this place was a precious site for seeking the Dao. What a pity that the youth had no real Dao to seek; he drew his Longsword only to feel it was tightly entwined by invisible threads.
Ever since the day he had realized with utmost clarity the heaven and earth around him, the more he tried to step away from it, the more he felt an immense insignificance, truly like a drop of water suffocating in a sea.
