Jingyang Palace side hall.
It's Zhu Lingyun's first time here, and she can't resist the urge to curiously survey her surroundings.
Unlike the simplicity of the back hall, this side hall has towering bookshelves against the walls, filled with Taoist Scriptures. On the other side, there's an embroidered couch, beside which sits a table inlaid with mother-of-pearl. A hollow copper incense burner on the table emits wisps of rich scent.
Zhu Lingyun cautiously looks at Xuanzhen.
Xuanzhen opens a cabinet and brings out a plate of dried fruits, placing it on the table: "Please, have a seat."
Zhu Lingyun doesn't approach, remaining by the side hall door: "Why did you call me here, Master?"
Xuanzhen smiles slightly and sits on the embroidered couch: "Recently, you've been managing this Jingyang Palace. Has anyone defied you?"
Zhu Lingyun leans against the door of the side hall, far from Xuanzhen: "No."
