The Sword in the Green Mountains

What one learns is merely technique; what one comprehends on one's own is the true Dao! This is wisdom!" With this thought, he couldn't help but stop in his tracks and approach the window, his sleeves fluttering in the breeze. Unbeknownst to him, a fine drizzle began to fall outside. The full moon hid among the bamboo, and a gentle breeze swept through the pavilion. Dian Bai's pupils dilated, shining brightly. The weather was cool, with a light, drizzling rain that was warm and pleasant. The cold raindrops pattered against his handsome face, and the young man smiled faintly, "Through wind and snow across a thousand mountains, this journey will take years!" — Description from novelcodex.org