HYMN OF PAST

A man of six-point-two stature stands beneath the tall cherry blossom tree, dressed in an embroidered long white hanfu that shines like a star in the sun. He has a heart-shaped face, plentiful flat black brows, and upturned brown eyes. Not to mentioned that long thick lashes, a turned up nose, round earlobes, and a bow shaped red lips. With pale ivory smooth skin, that almost make anyone afraid to approach and touch such a man with peerless and delicate features. He took cover beneath the tree, staring at the flower petals that were falling from the tree. "Autumn is coming," he mumbled. The wind passed through him, making his black long hair tied in a ponytail sway like leaves. He appeared relaxed and content, as if he have found his true calling and the meaning of life. Slowly, his right hand reached for the petals that drift down from the tree, when out of nowhere a large hand touched his and entwined it with him. Startled he quickly pull away, but when he smelled the fami

After hearing Cian Xia’s firm response, Chao Fie chose not to continue the topic. He simply lifted his jasmine tea, took a slow sip, then finished it in one gulp as if washing away the heaviness between them. “Alright, fine,” he said at last, setting the cup down. “I won’t press the matter anymore. Go prepare yourself.” “Hm?” Cian Xia glanced at him, slightly puzzled. “Prepare for what?” Chao Fie blinked. “The elders and the other peak lords are already waiting for you in YinPing Hall,” He said. “Today is the anniversary ceremony, and the opening of the sect to new disciples. You, of all people, cannot be absent.” “Mn,” Cian Xia replied calmly, rising from his bed. Chao Fie placed the teacup neatly back onto the table before stepping outside to wait. He, now stood upon the wooden bridge of the Lotus Pond garden within Cian Xia’s pavilion, hands folded behind his back, watching the koi swim beneath the water’s surface. Inside his chamber, Cian Xia changed into formal robes.

For a long moment, YinPing Hall felt suffocated by tension. Even the disciples seated along the outer rows sensed the shift in atmosphere. No one dared whisper. Chao Fei, however, did not retreat from it. He turned toward Cian Xia, brows drawn tight. “A-Xia… are you certain?” “I am.” Cian Xia's expression remained steady. “Though I am displeased to admit it, the elders are not wrong. We must prepare.” His brows furrowed, sharp as blades. "We will not repeat what happened twelve years ago. I will not allow anyone of this sect to sacrifice themselves again." The words were quiet, but they struck deeply. Chao Fei exhaled slowly. "...I understand." He inclined his head toward the elders. "Forgive my earlier discourtesy." The elders nodded. They knew his temper came from concern. It had taken twelve years for Cian Xia to step forward again in sect affairs. Twelve years since the calamity… since the fall of the Grandmaster of the Han Sect, since Wun Lan death.

A heavy silence continue to pressed down on YinPing Hall. No one blamed, the grandmaster of the LianHua residence they all understand such reactions. But none of them had entered Ran Peak’s historical residence. None of them had even dared approach such place. Which made all this very eerily terrifying. For three long seconds, the hall remained frozen in tense silence. Until a disciple near the back screamed. “T-That young man! He—the guqin, he—” His voice broke as he pointed with a trembling finger toward the front. Sweat beaded along his brow, his face had gone ashen. The elders turned. All the disciples followed their gaze, and the sight before them stole the air from their lungs. The young boy, one of the newly recruited disciples, stood there holding Wun Lan’s guqin in his arms. Not like a thief caught mid-act, But as if it had always belonged to him. Cian Xia’s eyes widened. His body went rigid. His throat turned dry. His heart pounded violently, not from fear, but fr

"When times are unbearing, don't fret because the tide of surprise will slowly come to your door," From Me. To you.           After a brief moment of silence, Master Shu returned his attention to the four young recruits and resumed his conversation. "Rise everyone and introduce yourselves one by one, begin with you," Master Shu pointed his right index finger at the young girl, who had a calm, sturdy face and stood five feet one inches tall. She had a square face, straight long black hair, almond shaped eyes, brown eyes, cat eye lashes, an aquiline nose, straight brows, a round ear that has a mole on the right side, a heavy pink rose lip, a soft baby white skin and had mole on the right side of her jaw.   The young girl rose from the flo