Ten miles to the west of Xinghua Prefecture, by the Qinghe River, stands a strange-shaped pavilion. Three large characters with dragons and phoenixes hanging crookedly on the outside - half a volume of books. This is the Xie Family Academy.
Just like most aristocratic families, the children of the Xie family study and practice in the family school. When they reach a certain age and practice to a certain level, they are considered to have graduated from the school. From now on, it is up to them to decide whether to stay or go, to find another master, or to stick to their family's cultivation method.
After all, human nature is different, and the way of heaven is difficult to predict. Even people with the same blood may have completely different temperaments. There are three thousand avenues, and everyone has his or her own way.
These days, Adrian Wen spent a long time idle. No one came to her, and there weren't many sounds. There were purple figures flying around at the foot of the mountain, but none of them came up the mountain.
The sound of falling snow sounded intermittently, and a thick layer of white piled up on the roof of Jingxue Pavilion. Adrian Wen saw it from the top of the mountain. It was completely white and not popular at all.
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