"Reason!" Qin Qingmo looked at Xiong Quan, her red lips coldly uttering this word.

Xiong Quan said, "In my view, Jixia Academy is not a place of power, nor a chaotic battlefield. It is a holy land for scholars. Here, there are books, paintings, and people who genuinely love literature.

Sister Qin may have grievances against Jixia Academy, but ultimately, it's not against the books. If you set aside those grievances, this place should also be a holy land for Sister Qin.

I imagine Sister Qin would also like to quietly sit in the bamboo grove, smelling the fragrance of bamboo, holding a book and reading it leisurely."