Through the withered vines, old trees, and crows, across the small bridge and flowing water below, there was a quaint path, a thin donkey under the west wind, with a Taoist Priestess riding the donkey.
The Taoist Priestess was exceedingly beautiful, rare even among the women of the Martial World, and possibly even rarer among the daughters of noble families. At this time, she was sitting sideways on the back of the donkey, her legs naturally closed, extremely tight, holding a horsetail whisk in her hand. As the donkey treaded uneven paths, her slender waist gently trembled, like a daffodil swaying in the wind.
Walking along, the Taoist Priestess suddenly raised her head to look at the sky, just in time to see two wild geese flying over her head. Moved by this sight, her face became merrose in her thoughts, she unconsciously recited, "What in the world is love, that makes one pledge life and death to another…"
