Dawn.
South of Jade Spring Mountain.
In the cave abode of Pill Treasure Pavilion, Chen Mu opened his eyes and awoke.
Despite feeling energetic, he lazily didn't want to get up.
Pulling back the curtains, he sat up against the headboard, staring out the window and daydreaming.
The sun had just risen, and already Jade Spring Mountain was bustling with activity.
In the Administrative Affairs Institute below, people were coming in and leaving now and then.
Handsome men and beautiful women, stepping on flying kites, whooshing through the sky toward the horizon, quickly shrinking to tiny black dots.
Even though it wasn't his first time seeing this, Chen Mu still found the sight marvelous.
He had been in Yunzhou for five or six years, but he had always been muddling along in the Lower Courtyard.
What he saw were all low-ranking disciples, busy with farming and hunting to earn White Jade Coins, all hurrying along with dusty faces.
