Dawn, the cold sun rose from the east.
Li Piaoqing got up very early. She only sat in bed with her clothes on for a while last night, closed her eyes when the rooster crowed, and then got out of bed to put on her shoes.
She tidied her clothes in front of the mirror, seeing the makeup on her eyes fading, she picked up a small brush, hesitated a while, then put it down, and decided to wash it off with clear water.
When she went out, the sky was still dim grey, and a hint of orange light was just budding from the horizon. However, some disciples were already practicing in the courtyard. Among the top sixteen in the current Autumn Competition, only Li Piaoqing and Shen Mao were left, which was a bit embarrassing compared to Cui Yu, who was now gradually taking the first place in Bo Wang.
The perseverance from the difficult days was now released, and each disciple was brimming with determination. It was a time of unity and vigor for everyone.