Yueyao found peace and comfort on the mountain. Every morning, she attended morning classes and studied with Mr. Yu Shan; in the afternoon, she practiced calligraphy and read books, occasionally taking a stroll when she felt like it. The scenery of Zhaohua Temple was indeed beautiful.
Whenever Master Xuan Tian was available, Yueyao took the opportunity to listen to him lecture on the scriptural texts. Every time, she gained new insights.
That day, Yueyao performed her evening rituals as usual. She knelt on the cushion, tapping the wooden fish and gently reciting the scriptures as the curling smoke from the incense on the desk enveloped her.
Bai Yi brought Mingzhu along, and they waited in the courtyard for quite some time without Yueyao coming out. Impatient, Mingzhu complained, "Hurry up and call Yueyao out."
