At the gate of the Linlu Academy, for some reason, the initially noisy voices began to gradually quiet down, maintaining a level of sound that was neither loud nor silent, but comfortably in between.
The atmosphere started to shift subtly, growing a bit strange.
The scholars and students of the academy, coming and going, began to walk with steadier steps, their movements lighter, and their behavior even more dignified and refined in Confucian grace.
Groups of people passing by the gatekeeper's lodge outside the door also tacitly adopted a composed expression and whispered to each other, no longer speaking loudly or bursting into laughter.
It seemed as if they were wary of disrupting a certain view or leaving a poor impression on a beautiful person.
At this moment, this was exactly how Li Jinsu and his companions behaved; the casual chatter from moments before they exited the academy gates had disappeared, and even the air among the group held a momentary silence.
