This was the first time she had admired the scenery outside in such a relaxed and peaceful state of mind.
Most of what she knew through her senses came from the Ancient Tomb. Inside it, there was only chill, silence, and darkness.
But now, there was the warmth of the sun, the caress of the breeze, the birdsong, the rustling leaves, and the complex scent of earth and flowers mingling in the air...
Everything was so new to her.
Along the way, Little Dragon Girl was like a curious child, full of questions about everything she saw.
And Lin Xuan became the most patient and knowledgeable teacher. Whatever she asked, he explained in the simplest terms.
One was graceful and otherworldly; the other was handsome and extraordinary.
One knew nothing of the ways of the world; the other was as composed as a mountain and as deep as an abyss.
Walking side by side, one spoke while the other listened. The scene was as harmonious as a painting created by nature itself.
The woodcutters and herb gatherers they passed were utterly entranced when they spotted the pair from afar. They took them for immortal companions from the mountains and did not even dare speak loudly, afraid of disturbing the perfect couple.
As they walked, Lin Xuan noticed that the number of people heading up the mountain was gradually increasing.
Without exception, they were all dressed as Daoist priests. Some came in groups of three or five, others alone, but all carried long swords on their backs and walked with steady steps toward the same destination—the mountain gate of the Quanzhen Sect.
Lin Xuan even spotted several priests dressed in Wudang Sect robes among them.
"Strange. What day is it? Why are so many Daoist priests heading to the Quanzhen Sect?"