Trimmed trees concealed a temple. The breeze carried the melodious chime of bells, a quiet haven within the bustling Tianyun City.
Lu Mingshu followed Xie Xingchen into the temple, observing him navigate with ease—swerving left and right, encountering no one along the way.
Eventually, they reached a secluded garden. Using a rockery for cover, Xie Xingchen casually plucked a blade of grass, flattened it in his mouth, and blew a whistle.
After several sharp whistles, he stopped, leaned against the rockery, and silently waited.
Soon, hurried footsteps approached, and a Taoist nun rushed in.
Seeing him, she gasped in both shock and joy, barely managing to keep her voice down as she exclaimed, "Cousin!"
This nun, no more than in her twenties, wore a Patchwork Robe, a Lotus Crown on her head, and held a horsetail whisk, an epitome of transcendence.
