Among those who leap gracefully are met with admiration.
This has even become an unwritten rule; every new member of the poetry society must undergo this challenge.
If they can leap effortlessly through this path, they will integrate into the headquarters with less effort; otherwise, it won't be as easy.
As an elder member of the Qisi Poetry Society, Tang Zheng is naturally familiar with every setup here.
He could even leap over these stones effortlessly with eyes closed.
But today, he lacked that enthusiasm.
He walked honestly across these stones, oblivious to the few mud splatters on his shoes.
Beyond this courtyard stands a transverse gallery, in the middle of which is a pathway leading to deeper courtyards.
Though the gallery is similarly dilapidated, the finely carved columns subtly whisper of its former glory.
At least, in the past, Tang Zheng often stopped here to marvel.
But today, he had no such inclination.
