Hesitation

"Who dares make a clamor in the Patriarch's dojo?"

Before the woman in the bamboo hat could say more, a handsome Daoist boy stepped through the mist, brushed past the breeze, and appeared at the entrance to the dojo.

He asked, "Who are you? How did the mountain-guarding strongmen let you come up?"

As he spoke, the Daoist boy sized up the cultivator before him.

A bamboo hat covered her face, and she wore a plain, wide-sleeved Daoist robe.

Her figure was upright and slender, and her scallion-like fingers wore half gloves.

When she cupped her hands in salute, her expression was composed.

Even through the silken gauze curtain, the Daoist boy could tell that this person was exceptionally beautiful.

Spiritual light gathered in his eyes as he examined her.

The bamboo-hatted cultivator before him was a late-stage Golden Core True Person.

Her aura was deep and steady; even among his fellow senior and junior brothers and sisters, she would likely have stood among the very best.

She was none other than Xu Sanniang, who had been fleeing for a long time.

Originally, she had been unable to ascend the long steps to the dojo either.

Seeing that her cultivation was impressive, the other party may truly have believed she was the descendant of an old friend of the dojo's master, and had sent her up with a probing attitude.

Even if she was not, someone else would come to identify her.

For example, the Daoist boy before her.

If she truly was, and he had stopped her at the foot of the mountain and denied her entry, he would inevitably be held accountable.

Thus, Xu Sanniang arrived at the Venerable's dojo.

Xu Sanniang cupped her hands and said, "I ask that Fellow Daoist report this: the descendant of an