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The venerable Fuqing Temple elder, with his hair entirely white and esteemed for his virtue, bowed respectfully. The two middle-aged Daoists, famed throughout Qingcheng Mountain and even the surrounding tens of li below, were also extremely courteous. The seemingly ageless Daoist remained calm and composed, while the girl beside him stared expressionlessly, unafraid.
The younger Daoists in the temple exchanged glances but dared not ask questions. They quietly observed, listening to the conversation and speculating in their hearts.
“Is Senior Daoist Brother Guanghuazi still here?”
“Daoist Master, our master’s master has already passed away.”
“When did he pass away?”
“In the second year of Da’an.”
“The second year of Da’an… that’s eight years ago.”
“Yes, the second year of Da’an, in summer. It’s been almost exactly eight years,” Daoist Master Yingfeng replied.
“Sigh…”
Although Song You had long suspected it, he still let out a sigh.
The late Fuqing temple owner, Guanghuazi, had been an old acquaintance of his own master. Before Song You descended the mountain, the only person he could truly call familiar in Fuqing Temple had been Guanghuazi.
Now there were two more, both of whom had grown from the young Daoists of that time into middle-aged cultivators.
Life was but a grand dream, and the human world experienced many autumn chills.
“When our master's master...
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