The time for sunrise has passed, and that light capable of penetrating all obstacles gradually becomes ordinary.
Inside the room, the Daoist Nun's dwelling is dim, with only a single oil lamp burning slowly.
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Outside the guest courtyard of the Sword Hall.
"Chang'an pays respects to Teacher."
Xu Chang'an stood at a distance and respectfully bowed towards the main building, then straightened up and quietly waited for permission.
"..."
Inside the room, the Daoist Nun looked at the young man under the locust tree.
During this time, Xu Chang'an quietly stood in front of the door, not taking another step forward.
As the wind blew, the yellow cicada fluttered its wings, causing the flowers and grass in the courtyard to rustle. The chaotic sounds made the Daoist Nun's eyelashes tremble, and she then regained her focus.
