Chu Xuan was puzzled, "Master, how are you sure she's telling the truth?"
Fuyun pointed to the wall on the right.
Only then did Chu Xuan realize that there were also portraits hanging on both sides of the ancestral hall, three on the left, three on the right, plus the one in front, making a total of seven. These corresponded to the seven masters of Cyan Lotus Daoist Palace who had ascended to immortality throughout history.
His pupils suddenly shrank when he saw the central portrait on the right, depicting a woman in a water-blue dress, with a shawl wrapped around her arms, standing on a cloud, appearing ethereal.
Her appearance and demeanor were strikingly similar to the young girl outside, but with less naivety and more worldly wisdom.
Chu Xuan couldn't help but walk forward, observing for a while, and then touched his chin, slightly furrowing his brow and said, "But merely relying on appearance can't be a hundred percent certain, right?"
