The sun has risen once again, the sect was following its usual routine. The faces of his disciples having become accustomed to them. The others being used to his elegant and calm façade although beneath that all is a rather anxious mess of a man

A light breeze flowing through the air, making the leaves in the trees move gently alongside it. Overlooking his disciples as they started their morning routines, Shen Qingqiu is fanning himself in an elegant manner as he is gazing around, trying to find something that would catch his interest.