Where Thoughts Are Clear, Every Place Is a Fairyland

"Ah!" Lin Chaofeng sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, watching the figures of Liu Qiqi and Zheng Yueting practicing their swordplay. He had a worried look on his face and sighed deeply.

"Lin Brother, you seem to be sighing all alone. Do you have something on your mind?" came the voice of Zhong Wen.

"Brother Zhong," Lin Chaofeng turned around and saw Zhong Wen holding a knife in his right hand and a live chicken in his left. The chicken seemed to sense its fate and was struggling desperately, emitting a heroic crowing sound.

"Is it that you're not enjoying your stay here?" Zhong Wen smiled, raised the knife, and ended the chicken's life.

"Sometimes, I do envy you," Lin Chaofeng said with a wry smile, "living an unfettered and carefree life in this beautiful place. Unlike someone like me, who often feels bound by responsibilities as a scion of a prominent family."