Early the next morning, Yang Yan got up, released his carved bird into the sky, and soon after, Sister Hua Yu came with a message saying that Master had summoned him.
Yang Yan paused and nodded, realizing with some acuteness that whenever Master wanted to see him in the past, it was always his senior brother who had come to call him.
Looking at the white speck in the sky, he thought he couldn't delay for long and started to climb up the mountain.
Indeed, he hadn't been there for a few days, and the great hall seemed to have become even more cold and desolate. It was exceptionally tall to begin with, with few and small windows, barely letting in the high winds from the cliff top. Constructed of stone and bronze—materials both heavy and cold—without any screens to partition the space, the hall carried an absolute, chilling silence.