The Flying Immortal Sect, in a pavilion situated in a serene and pleasant courtyard, a youth was playing the zither.
The pavilion was surrounded by bead curtains which obscured the view, preventing a clear look at the young man inside. However, from his seated posture and the way he was playing the zither, one could tell he was definitely a peerlessly handsome man.
The sound of the zither was elegant, reverberating throughout the entire courtyard, with birds in the sky lingering, seemingly attracted by the music, unwilling to leave.
Clang!
With a final lingering note, the music stopped.
"Shi Yi, what hour is it now?" the youth inside the pavilion asked.
Another tall young man, who had been standing outside waiting without daring to overstep, respectfully replied upon hearing this, "Young master, it is already the hour of the sheep!"
"The hour of the sheep," the youth in the pavilion said indifferently, "The event at Emperor Tian's should also have ended by now!"
