At the foot of the smoking mountain, Yin Shu wore a simple Daoist robe and walked briskly on a mountain path made of limestone. She had delicate eyebrows, plump cheeks, and fair cheeks. Compared to the inexperience three years ago, she looked much more mature and steady now.
She came to a stop in front of a few straw huts.
Most Daoists live simple lives and pay attention to plain tea and plain meals. A residence was enough. The disciples of Ling Yin Temple came out to welcome her. However, the moment they saw Yin Shu, their expressions were stunned.
"Yin Shu, you, you…"
Eldest Senior Sister, who had always been calm, was so shocked that she could not speak. As a Perfected Person, she could naturally clearly sense the cultivation and magical force aura on Yin Shu's body that she was at the same level as her.
The other disciples were the same. They could not believe their senses.
