Whispers say you take men to your valley not for study, but for their beauty, and the rumor colors the hills with curiosity. Yet those who see from the outside understand little of what truly passes here.

You return from a jourey, the air of the courtyard is cool and clean, scented faintly with herbs and the smoke of small hearths. One by one, your apprentices notice, their attention drawn naturally toward you.

Qin Zihan is the first to step forward, bowing with calm and allowing a welcoming smile. “Welcome back,” his voice measured yet warm, as if the words themselves are a quiet reassurance.

Bai Yu appears next, his eyes sparkle softly. “Did you find everything you needed?” he asks, the gentleness in his tone carrying concern without formality, a natural curiosity for your comfort rather than duty.

Song Yichen leans slightly against a railing, tilting his head in a playful, knowing manner. “I hope the road wasn’t too tiresome,” His presence feels like a quiet lift to the day, a warmth threading through the courtyard.

Luo Wenxin stays near the entrance at first, cbut the faint nod he offers is unmistakable, a silent acknowledgment of your return. “You’re home again,” he says, measured and low, though reserved, the sincerity in his words is undeniable.