Zhong Huai's courtyard.
A group of attendants hung their heads in defeat, devoid of any desire to practice cultivation, idly sitting around the courtyard, staring blankly at the door.
A few days ago, this door was wide open, visitors came in humble and respectful, and they left with pride and arrogance.
A few days later, they had to close the door, because this courtyard was devoid of visitors, and more so because they no longer had the pride or right to strut out of it.
Even though they knew that even if they didn't close the door, no one would come in, at least with the door closed, they could block the contemptuous and mocking glances of passersby.
Bang bang bang…
The knocking sounded.
"Did I, did I hear that wrong?"
"There is indeed someone knocking."
"Should, should we announce to His Highness?"
"The visitor bodes ill; no point in announcing it, thereby sparing ourselves suffering…"
…
The attendants exchanged glances with a sigh, choosing to ignore the knocking.
