ninth day.

At night, Feng Qingyan was reading in the wooden house.

At some point, a strange sound gradually came to his ears, with a somewhat mysterious aura, and he listened attentively. Then, he listened and walked, and then left the cabin, seemingly chasing the sound...

…

One night passed.

The sound was still in his ears, sometimes distant and sometimes near, extremely mysterious, but he still couldn't understand it...

He no longer searched hard for the source, but sat down and continued listening, hoping to understand the secrets contained in the sound.

In the blink of an eye, a day passes.

At this time, the students discovered that Feng Sanding was sitting on the river bank not far from the academy. He had been sitting there for a whole day, motionless like a wood carving and clay sculpture.

"Is this...enlightenment coming again?"

Some students couldn't help but say.
Chapter completed!