The sun rose and set, and in the blink of an eye, dusk had arrived.
As usual, wisps of cooking smoke rose over Qinghe Town. After a day of labor, most households began resting and preparing dinner. The taverns and teahouses along the streets had reached their busiest hours, and the entire town brimmed with joy, steeped in the ordinary peace of daily life.
For ordinary people, working at sunrise and resting at sunset was an immutable law passed down through generations, as well as the rule by which they settled down and made a living. Having enough food and warm clothes, chatting after meals over tea, passing the time and resting, hearing tales of the various exploits of legendary cultivators, and muttering a few words of "terrifying indeed"—that was a life of ease and happiness.
Outside the school.
Children of varying ages said their goodbyes one after another and eagerly hurried home for dinner. There were also little troublemakers chasing and playing about, their laughter full of childish innocence.
Watching the children's figures fade into the sunset, Yi Feng let out a relieved breath.
Another fulfilling day of teaching had passed.
This life of teaching and nurturing others was admittedly somewhat dull, but it was peaceful and comforting, bringing a sense of ease that relaxed both body and mind. Watching his students study diligently and improve each day truly gave him a small sense of accomplishment. Just like the ordinary life of the town, every day moved steadily onward in silence, with gains to be found everywhere.
Besides, he would be joining them in the mountains to hunt today. Life had gained another source of enjoyment, so how could it truly be boring?
Yi Feng slowly made his way toward the foot of Qingmang Mountain, a faint smile of