Looking at her granddaughter's puzzled gaze, Daoist Xi sighed,
"In theory, of course you can go in, but you need to have connections through this sect or be relatives and friends. It's like the saying 'when one person attains the Dao, even their chickens and dogs ascend to heaven.' Like us, with no foundation or connections, strangers in a strange land, squeezing in just to be kicked out again—why bother with the ridicule?"
The young man tightened his cloak, "If we don't move, how will we know where the end is? If we can't move anymore, we stop. The closer we get, the clearer the view. It's a rare opportunity."
The three had three different thoughts. The young man was eager to press forward, Daoist Xi wished to hide far away, and Xi Lin was in the most difficult position. She was a well-behaved girl, raised under the strictest discipline, not daring to step out of line. Yet in her heart, she felt that Brother Mang's words seemed quite reasonable?
