In the guest room, the incense burned gently.
Chang Yuzi brewed fresh tea, a wild tea produced on Zhongnan Mountain, with coarse leaves but a clear and bright green color.
Yin Weiyin sat on the mat by the window, her veil hat taken off and placed aside, revealing a face so pristine it seemed untouched by the mortal world. Opposite her, the nun was from a secluded nunnery on Emei Mountain, and the Taoist was a loose cultivator from Qingcheng Mountain.
They had exchanged names and origins earlier, with brief pleasantries.
After a round of tea, the Taoist spoke first, pointing outside where the distant clamor could be faintly heard: "The grand event of ascension is rare in a millennium, yet such clamor as if it's a bustling market, losing its essence of tranquility. What does the Illuminant Sage think?"
