“Strangely, the mountain did not move, and the clouds were still there, but when the next time the shepherd boy tried to scale the mountain, he could no longer find the temple or the man anymore.”0

“Since then, the village lost a shepherd boy, but gained a humble Sage who was a master in all the arts. It was said that his qin left a pleasant haze in one’s mind for days, his white and black stones won countless worlds[1], his brushmanship looked like swimming dragons on paper, and his art brought fantastical mountains, waters, flowers and birds into reality.”0

“To put it in more secular terms, his music was one-of-a-kind, his mastery in go was unmatched, his writings could not be bought even with ten thousand gold, and his paintings went passed down through the ages as masterpieces.”0

Ye Qing frowned a little. He wondered why, but Feng Qingyou’s story felt familiar to him for some reason.0

Feng Qingyou continued, “Six hundred years ago, a washerwoman...0