C65 The Treasury of the Xuanyuan Family

As dawn broke, the crisp chirping of birds filled the air. Xuanyuan Chuan gently opened the door, clad in a long-sleeved tunic, with an exquisite purple clay teapot in hand. He took a sip of steaming tea and squinted contentedly.

On the large green stone by the pond, Ye Chuxue sat in meditation, eyes firmly shut. The young disciple was so still that a few larks had perched on him