Since Wang Yang was captured into the Heavenly Prison, the Great Masters sealed the Kyoto Academy.
The once vibrant scholars were now as wilted as frost-bitten eggplants, frequently sighing.
Especially hearing the commotion outside the academy, these scholars' eyes were almost red with envy.
"I wonder when the lockdown will be lifted, I want to return home."
"Hopefully soon, the festivities are approaching, and the Kyoto Prefecture is bustling all over, wouldn't it be a great shame if we scholars were absent?"
"Come off it, you all just want to join the excitement, dreaming of cozying up to the Oiran girls at the Moon Viewing Tower."
"Don't you want to?"
In the expansive Book Storage Tower, shelves stood tall, bamboo slips and books placed neatly, overflowing.
Scattered about, hundreds of scholars sat either leaning or resting at desks, looking slightly gloomy while reading and chatting.
