Sangmo fetched a gray cloak and redid Li Zhaodi's hair in an elderly person's bun.
She then took her to Xianshu Peak.
After reaching the foot of Xianshu Peak, Li Zhaodi stopped and gazed upward for a long time.
"Let's go, I'll help you up," Sangmo said.
Li Zhaodi shook her head slowly, "No need, it would be odd."
"It won't be odd," Sangmo insisted.
Seeing the longing in her eyes, Sangmo forcefully carried her on her back and headed to Xianshu Peak.
Sangmo told the disciples guarding the mountain that Li Zhaodi was her aunt, who had yearned for the art of immortality in her youth and wanted to see it in her old age.
Since everyone recognized Sangmo, they didn't ask further and let the two of them in.
She showed her around the scenic spots along the way to Xianshu Peak and to where the disciples of Xianshu Peak attended their morning classes.
At this time, everyone had gone down the mountain to the canteen for food, and there were hardly any people inside.
