Time Flies Like a Shuttle

Peach blossoms luxuriant and radiant, their splendor ablaze; the spring breeze stirred white robes.

Zuowang Peak was where many young disciples cultivated. At the summit, an immortal island lay shrouded in cloud and mist, Immortal Cranes wheeled through the air, and an ancient peach tree, weathered by the ages and growing at a slant, bloomed brilliantly with pink flowers. A light breeze stirred, scattering petals like floral rain onto their shoulders...

Beneath the tree, Bai Yujun held a brush and painted slowly, fully absorbed. The Wolf Hair Brush moved gently, bringing the image vividly to life upon the paper.

Young disciples from six or seven to twelve or thirteen studied painting earnestly. Those who did not quite understand had eyes full of spinning circles, while those who grasped its subtleties beamed with delight. Each reacted differently.

Chunyang Palace disciples had to study music, chess, calligraphy, painting, the five elements, the eight trigrams, astronomy, geography, medicine, alchemy, and much more. They always had to choose one field for deep mastery, while understanding at least a little of everything else. As for painting and calligraphy, a certain Bai disliked practicing calligraphy, but in painting, she was unquestionably a grandmaster.

A bland life always needed some seasoning. Being a teacher was rather nice.

For the past few days, Bai Yujun had taught the young disciples to paint. Besides the little ones attending lessons, fellow sect members fond of painting had come to observe. Some rejoiced at their gains, while others frowned and pondered over what they could not understand. On the naturally root-carved wooden table beneath the tree, a classic painting appeared before their eyes.

Speaking of the art of painting, any one of a certain Bai's works could drive the world mad.

She dabbed the brush with a flick, withdrew it, and