The birdsong of dawn broke the silence.
Martial Suppression Academy welcomed another vibrant day.
Mo Chen rose early. Only after leisurely finishing breakfast did he take a Blackflame Spirit Horse carriage to the Scripture Repository.
As it happened, his private courtyard was near Black Dragon Pool.
Whether returning yesterday or heading out today, he had to pass by that enormous deep pool, black as ink.
Sitting in the carriage, Mo Chen looked toward Black Dragon Pool.
There, in the early morning sunlight, he saw quite a few outer sect disciples fishing by the pool, which surprised him slightly.
"People are already fishing this early?"
The servant driving the carriage smiled. "Young Master, they didn't come fishing this morning. They've been fishing all night and haven't gone back yet."
"They stayed up all night fishing?!"
Mo Chen was slightly stunned, utterly unable to understand.
Was sleeping not pleasant enough, or did their lovely wives at home demand too much?
Could fishing really last an entire night?
The servant could not help laughing. "People who fish prefer quiet. Night fishing yields more than fishing during the day, and big fish generally come out to feed at night, so many disciples enjoy fishing at night."
"I see." Mo Chen laughed in embarrassment. "I was the ignorant outsider, then."
They chatted idly along the way.
The carriage soon arrived at the Scripture Repository.
The Scripture Repository was a three-story stone building.
An ancient tree grew in the circular flower bed before its entrance.
The tree towered into the sky, its crown thick with branches and leaves like an enormous green canopy that blocked all sunlight.
At that moment, an elderly man with white hair and beard sat beneath the tree, drowsily leaning against the trunk as he dozed.
Mo Chen quietly stepped forward and