A breathtakingly beautiful woman sat quietly beneath a flowering tree, tasting tea and listening to music.
Behind her, a white-robed scholar reclined, gazing up at the peach blossoms overhead as the music flowed past his ears...
This woman was Feng Ya, the Music Sage.
The one playing the zither before her was her son, Feng Yang. Yes, the very one Lin Su had encountered before.
The mother was elegant, the son's music was elegant, the peach blossoms were elegant—even the white-clothed person behind the Music Sage was elegant...
Then the elegant scene suddenly changed.
The music beneath Feng Yang's fingers abruptly stopped. "Lin Su is actually coming this way."
There was a trace of emotion in those words.
For he keenly sensed that something was about to happen.
What?
Back then, he had joined forces with Kong Shengyan, the Confucian School's Holy Son, and Wu Liben, the Painting School's Holy Son, to plot a killing trap beyond the border.
Lin Su seeing through the trap and escaping death had already shocked him beyond measure. Could Lin Su possibly uncover the three men behind it as well?
The Music Sage smiled faintly. "Yang'er has lost his composure."
She had precisely caught the fluctuation in her son's voice.
Feng Yang rose to his feet. "Your child is young and inexperienced, insufficiently composed, and has tarnished the Musician School's bearing. Your child knows his error."
"Enough. Go."
"Yes!"
Feng Yang got up and left.
The Music Sage gently set down her teacup. Peach blossom petals suddenly drifted through the air, and her figure vanished from the mountaintop.
She was entering seclusion!
Lin Su had come, and the Music Sage had entered seclusion!
There was only one reason: Above the Third Heaven, every Sage needed to possess a basic awareness. When facing a controversial