The morning sunlight spilled over the flagstone paths of Qingyan Village, and beneath the old locust tree at the village entrance, several children were playing and laughing. Suddenly, a crisp sound of bells rang out, drawing closer from afar.
"Out-of-towners!" shouted a sharp-eyed child.
The villagers raised their heads to look, and saw two figures walking slowly along the mountain path. Walking in front was a man in his early forties, dressed in a plain white robe, with a string of bronze bells hanging from his waist and a medicine chest on his back. Behind him followed a young man of twenty-seven or eight in a cyan Daoist robe, carrying a longsword on his back, with a hint of arrogance between his brows.
Chapter 321