Under the guidance of two disciples, Chu Xuan arrived deep within a cluster of rear halls, at an elegant and tranquil temple.
However, it was empty inside, and the promised "elder" was not there.
Zhang Ping'er hesitated for a moment, but her junior sister nodded and said, "The two of us will leave you here, please wait a while, Fellow Daoist Chu."
Chu Xuan nodded, watching the two retreat first.
He glanced around; the decor of this hall leaned towards an elegant and feminine style, suggesting a female master.
At the front stood a jade screen painted with misty waves, landscapes, and clouds. A cyan-robed woman holding a sword with her left hand stood upon a reef, and though only her silhouette could be seen, she still gave off a celestial aura.
Admiring this antique screen, Chu Xuan pondered in his heart, when suddenly, the large doors behind him silently closed.
