It was 9 p.m. sharp. The sky outside had grown dark, and a commotion could be heard from across the street. A woman's beautiful singing drifted in through the window from time to time.
Zi Luan had already departed, leaving after they finished their second game of chess.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
A knock sounded at the door.
Liu Zixiu entered. Seeing Wang Ping standing by the window, he smiled. "What's this? In the mood for some music?"
Without turning around, Wang Ping replied, "This music may be a part of the mortal world's sea of suffering, but it is quite enchanting."
"You may see it as suffering, but many see it as pleasure."
"I see it as pleasure, too."
With that, Wang Ping stepped back into the room and sat on the stool Zi Luan had just occupied. He stared at the empty spot for several moments before saying to Liu Zixiu, "You should have your disciples open a school in the Prefecture City."
"An excellent suggestion. I'll arrange it as soon as I return."
