After a few more pleasantries, Zhao Lin bid farewell to his two enthusiastic senior brothers and headed straight for the Celestial Water Pavilion at the foot of the mountain.
At the western foot of Xingyun Mountain lay a natural lake, and by its shore stood a Library Pavilion.
The trees around the lake were sparse, creating an expansive view. Looking out from the shore, the sky and water appeared to merge, which is why the Library Pavilion was named the Celestial Water Pavilion.
The Celestial Water Pavilion was shared by disciples of the Outer Court and the Wuxiang Institute.
It was now afternoon, and most disciples had finished their daily cultivation. Hundreds of them were inside the pavilion, either bent over desks reading or wandering between the bookshelves, browsing.
