While deep in thought, a high-pitched, melodious chant suddenly rang out abruptly.
"Rootless tree, flowers bloom quietly, who's willing to cultivate amidst worldly desires?"
"The transient life, a boat in the bitter sea, drifting here and there without freedom..."
Everyone turned their heads.
Two young Taoists, their swords strapped to their backs, were striding forward.
Their steps seemed as though treading on clouds, carefree as they traversed the mountain. Their movements were light, their sleeves fluttering, as they sang verses with unrestrained elegance.
Passersby saw them and couldn't help but exclaim in awe and respect.
Evidently, these two Taoists were living immortals of Zhenxuan Mountain.
Whether intentional or not, the two Taoists slowed their steps near Jiang Shouzhong and his group.
Both looked youthful and refined.
Occasionally, their gazes flickered toward Yelü Miaomiao and her companions.
