To the people of the Central Plains, the four border regions appear to be places fraught with peril.
On this day, Taoist Mukun sat cross-legged inside his Taoist temple, practicing in silence.
It was strange. Ever since Mukun established this temple at the foot of the mountain and began staying here, his daily practice felt more efficient than it ever had back in the Central Plains. Even though his methods remained identical to what they had always been, the sensation was different.
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