At the foot of the mountain, where wisps of smoke drifted like curling threads, Yinshu wore a simple Daoist robe and walked briskly along the stone-paved path. Her brows were delicate and arched like Emei's silhouette, her forehead was broad and full, and her cheeks were rosy, fair, and smooth. Compared to the green, untried novice of three years ago, she now appeared much more mature and composed.
She stopped before a few thatched cottages.
Most Taoist practitioners led simple lives, preferring plain tea and meager meals; a humble shelter was all they needed.
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