Fang Han stood up, stretching his slightly stiff and sore muscles, and pushed open the door of the Quiet Chamber.
The autumn morning air was tinged with a slight chill.
In the courtyard, the bamboo forest rustled in the gentle breeze. A few yellowing leaves spiraled down, blanketing the ground in a thin layer.
Qiu Lan was in the side hall with two maids, setting out breakfast. Hearing footsteps, she looked up and hurriedly bowed in greeting.
"Senior Brother."
Fang Han gave a slight nod, walked into the side hall, and sat down at the table.
He picked up his chopsticks and began to eat slowly.
After finishing breakfast and setting down his bowl and chopsticks, Fang Han rested for a moment to digest before rising and walking toward the Cultivation Field in the rear courtyard.
The Obsidian-paved ground gleamed with a deep luster, its surface crisscrossed with clearly visible sword marks.
