The Scripture Pavilion was very simple and rustic, exuding an ancient charm.
In the past, many disciples from the Great Qian Martial Institute would select or study martial techniques and cultivation methods here.
However, due to the end of the year, the majority of disciples had already left, few remained at the Great Qian Martial Institute, and with today being the night for staying up late to see the new year in, the Scripture Pavilion was exceptionally serene.
Upon entering the Scripture Pavilion, at the entrance stood a black square table.
On the table burned an oil lamp.
In the quiet of the Scripture Pavilion, the oil lamp occasionally cracked and popped.
Seated beside the table was an elder dressed in the long robe of a Great Qian Martial Institute elder, its pale green hue now somewhat faded and white from washing.
Seeing Qin Qing enter, the elder set down the book he was holding and looked at Qin Qing with some surprise.
