Private residence!
Lin Su's heart stirred. In this world, even welcoming guests had its rules. Ordinary visitors were taken straight to restaurants or places of business; only those truly valued could enter a private residence.
And he had been fortunate enough to receive such treatment.
The moment he stepped into the small courtyard, a sense of seclusion washed over him.
Even the falling snow seemed to make a faint rustling sound.
By the lake ahead stood a red pavilion. Above it, an incomparably graceful figure sat in the wind with her back to Lin Su. Across her knees rested an ancient zither—the Tian Yao Ancient Zither he had seen once before.
A thread of zither music drifted up, feather-light and gentle, like the sigh of wind, like the sigh of snow.
Lin Su stopped and quietly watched the wondrous scene before him.
In his eyes, the wind changed shape and the snow changed its bearing. Wind and snow met here, shedding their native chill and gaining the joy of a natural convergence. Yes—joy! The snow rejoiced at meeting the wind, and the wind rejoiced at meeting the snow.
An unbidden peace and joy filled Lin Su's heart as well.
He seemed to have returned to his Haining Old Home. There was no pressure from the Current Situation, nothing he absolutely had to do, only a heart steeped in stillness...
The snow continued to fall, flake after flake landing on Lin Su's shoulders and at his feet.
With his current cultivation, he could originally have shut all this out. But today was an exception. He seemed to have entirely forgotten his cultivation, and his body had forgotten it too, allowing the snow to drift down and quietly smooth away all his unease.
The zither music gradually faded. Lin Su slowly opened