Spring brings a radiant warmth, bringing a touch of brightness to all things.
The sun crept over the treetops, dispersing the mists of Confucius Mountain. Zhou Yi's left hand still held the letter.
Through his thoughts, his right hand carelessly shook the pine branch that jutted out from beside him, sending the dewdrops rustling down from the tips.
The sound of footsteps echoed.
A young Taoist child emerged from the mountain path. "Brother, Third Brother Zhang and Fourth Brother Feng have gone to deliver the message, but the other Taoist disciples are scattered throughout Yongqiu. I'm afraid they won't be back for three to five days.
The two visitors from Cao's residence this morning didn't stay; they rode off down the mountain on horseback."
Yan Qiu wiped the sweat from his nose and
