Xu Qi 'an followed the Taoist child through the front hall, the square, the attics and gardens, and finally came to the deepest part of the spirit Treasure Temple.
This was a quiet little garden. The flowers, plants, and trees had long since withered. There were rockery, pavilions, and a Blue Pond.
A Daoist nun with devastatingly beautiful looks sat cross-legged on the pool. She was wearing a Taiji robe and a Lotus crown on her head. There was a bright red cinnabar between her eyebrows. She was both beautiful and charming.
Her face was plain and white, like an ice crystal sculpture without any flaws. The line of her nose was straight and beautiful, and her lips were full and moist. When she closed her eyes, her intertwined eyelashes were as thick as a brush.
Xu Qi 'an had been staring at her since she entered the park. She looked at her as she walked, but she could not tell her age.
