Night fell, and invitations were constantly being handed in at the entrance of Yue Xuan.
This was because today was Yue Xuan's annual graduation ceremony, and most of the invited guests were the parents and elders of the graduating students.
The graduation ceremony was held on the third floor of Yue Xuan, where many dignitaries and nobles were already seated.
As the host of Yue Xuan, Tang Yuehua, still in her silver palace attire, stood by the side of the hall with a smile. Only when her subordinates informed her that everyone had arrived did she nod her head, signaling the formal start of the graduation ceremony.
A group of youths clad in elegant silver attire entered from both sides, forming a line that numbered over a hundred.
Yet, their movements produced no noise; each face bore an expression of grace and composure.
Their steps were synchronized, and in every gesture, a subtle nobility, devoid of arrogance, was evident, drawing every eye.
At this moment, two figures emerged from opposite sides.
The silver harp shimmered under the diffused light, resembling ripples on water.
On the ornate sheer fabric, floral embroidery bloomed at the hem of the cascading, wave-like voluminous skirt. Delicate golden light from above settled on her raven-black hair, and two strands of soft hair at her temples were swept back, secured behind an intricate blue-gold silver grass vine hair ornament.
The maiden's face was exquisite, her skin as smooth as cream. The vine ornament in her hair resembled a crown of thorns, making her the natural focal point, a noble princess standing atop the stage.
The other students showed no sign of displeasure but gazed at the maiden with admiration, as if she was destined to be so extraordinary.
The young man who emerged from the other side also held a harp.
His azure eyes were clear and serene, and his dark blue hair cascaded over his shoulders without appearing unkempt.
What was most captivating was his tranquil aura, which drew one's gaze to him involuntarily.
As they stepped out from the side entrance, they instantly became the center of attention.
Even the graduating students who had entered earlier with elegant smiles could not help but cast their eyes upon the pair.
The young man placed his harp on the prepared stand, sat on the specialized low stool, first nodded and smiled at the assembled guests, and then slowly raised his long, slender hands to begin playing.
Elegant, pure, and crystalline like pearls, with a clarity akin to morning dew, the notes flowed from the exquisite golden harp, and the hall fell silent. Sudan Novels.
The beautiful music was uplifting, evoking the scenic beauty of a fountain gurgling under the moonlight, suffused with a poetic atmosphere.
Suddenly, another ethereal melody joined in, adding a touch of serene and distant tranquility to the poetic ambiance.
Tang Yuehua stood there quietly, listening to the beautiful music. To her, this music sounded different from how it did to others.
She was listening, to ascertain if this music was truly as tranquil as it appeared on the surface.
A full year had passed, and Tang San had indeed changed a lot.
Perhaps, this was his true nature.
As for Tang Sui, she felt a sense of indescribable emotion.
The outcome of the contest she had witnessed between the siblings upon their arrival had surprised her.
The victor was not Tang Sui, but Tang San.
Throughout the year, she had observed that sometimes Tang Sui did not need to study or learn from the basics; her small movements seemed innate, possessing a noble quality.
But within this nobility, there was a trace of arrogance.
It was an arrogance born from always placing herself in a position of control, with a calculating gaze that precisely assessed everyone's thoughts.
In the presence of the powerful, one sometimes had to appear vulnerable due to circumstances, meaning one had to be patient and reserved.
This was easy for Tang San, but for his sister Tang Sui...
She didn't know what had happened to the siblings to cause such a transformation.
In the span of a year, Tang Sui absorbed all the etiquette and details in just three months. However, in terms of temperament, her elder brother Tang San developed towards stability and reserve, while his sister...
Tang Sui's temperament might be stable, but she could never truly achieve a state of tranquility; her nature was inherently vindictive.
Specifically... how to put it... Tang Sui gave her a very subtle impression.
Some people, even while smiling, might harbor a hundred schemes in their hearts to calculate against enemies, and when they identify the enemy's moment of greatest laxity, they would unhesitatingly bare their fangs and launch a swift attack.
And afterward, she might casually wipe the blood from her hands with a handkerchief, a smile on her lips, utterly unconcerned, and continue to methodically plan her next moves.
This temperament, in a certain sense, was dangerous, for if she encountered a life-threatening predicament, she would not retreat, perhaps preferring to perish with the enemy on the battlefield.
She didn't know what that child had experienced to develop such a temperament, but... she could only hope that she would be able to turn danger into safety in the future.
With this thought, Tang Yuehua sighed with worry.
On stage, Tang San, having finished his graduation performance, felt a profound sense of calm.
Perhaps at the beginning, he might have questioned his father's decision, but as he gradually quieted himself here, recalling everything that had happened over the past four years and his entire growth process, he found his spirit to be incredibly weary.
However, this past year had provided him with the best rest for his body and mind.
Although he had not deliberately cultivated, everything he had learned over the years had gradually integrated and harmonized in this tranquility, and even the last barrier of his meridians, the Governing Vessel, had begun to loosen.
Level 57 was Tang San's current soul power level.
Tang Sui had only advanced one level in her year of study at Yue Xuan, but she felt no imbalance. On the contrary, she was exceptionally calm, even a little happy.
This was because two months ago, the system, which had been dormant, had returned.
—Author's Notes—
Many little dears have suggested updating at noon, so let's update at noon then~
And then we'll be returning to the Clear Sky School, heh! Exciting, rubbing my hands.
See you tomorrow, muah!