Within Vast and Righteous College, in Yin Zhaoxian's small courtyard, the little stone table did not have enough room for the three of them to work, so Ji Yuan flicked three desks from his sleeve and lined them up beneath the plum blossom tree.
Ji Yuan laid out his Four Treasures of the Study and spread out the Xuan paper he had bought not long ago. Yin Zhaoxian and Wang Li each fetched their own writing sets from the study in the courtyard and arranged them.
During this period, Yin Zhaoxian had already instructed a scholar attendant standing not far outside. He told him that he and the two gentlemen would be closing the courtyard to write, and no one was to disturb them. Even meals only needed to be delivered outside the courtyard.
The scholar attendant had actually been paying attention to what Yin Zhaoxian, Ji Yuan, and the others might discuss in the courtyard. Yet strangely, after they entered, though voices could be heard, they remained hazy and impossible to make out. Now that Yin Zhaoxian had given such instructions, he naturally hastily agreed. But his curiosity only grew stronger. Still, curious as he was, he did not dare overstep his bounds.
Once everything was ready, before the three had even put brush to paper, the sky was already rumbling. Thunder without clouds rang out continuously, as though it carried some emotion of Heaven itself.
One Yellow Springs painting after another hovered before the three desks. All manner of scenes shifted within them, including sights of the Underworld Main Hall and various Underworld Bureaus, yet neither Yin Zhaoxian nor even Wang Li seemed moved by them.
"Gentlemen, as we discussed earlier, Mister Wang will take the lead with the brush. Master Yin and I polish it, and Master