That sound left a lasting impression on Liyun, but he missed his teacher a lot and did not give it much thought.
Liyun and his teacher lived in the secluded deep mountains and forest for many years. It is an isolated area, on steep terrain, yet he felt it was familiar and close to his heart.
Even with his eyes closed, he could come and go as he willed.
"Teacher! Your disciple is back!"
He pushed open the straw hut, his smile froze on his face. There was no one in the house, a lot of dust accumulated at the table and stove.
"Teacher?" Liyun pursed his lips tightly. Since he can remember, his teacher has never left this mountain, but upon observing the thick layer of dust, it must have been a long time since someone occupied the house… where did his teacher go?