There are ancient studies for literature; for martial arts, there is Hongwu Hall—a reference to the very Hongwu Hall of Daxia.
Ye Lingyue, having received a reminder from Lan Cai'er, had come to understand the most basic knowledge about Hongwu Hall, knowing that it, too, was a place where only the strong prevail.
The next day, she awoke early. Wanting to familiarize herself with Xia Capital as quickly as possible, Ye Lingyue set out for Hongwu Hall alone.
When she reached the street in front of the entrance to Hongwu Hall, a youth around fifteen or sixteen years old was ahead of her, walking along.
He was reciting something under his breath, as if going over a martial arts mnemonic, and his hands were moving as though he were writing or drawing in the air.
Judging by the direction in which he was heading, he was likely also on his way to Hongwu Hall.
Just as Ye Lingyue was about to approach and inquire, she saw a flustered servant boy dash out from a side alley.
