In the center of the cave, there was a gigantic stone, its surface smooth as a mirror, emitting a mysterious luster under the glow. The entire Qingfeng Cave was tranquil and mysterious, as if it were an Immortal Realm isolated from the world, or a treasure trove hiding numerous secrets.
Bai Zhi's mentor, Master Hanlu, was about fifty years old. Time had left light traces on her face but did not diminish her unique aura.
Her figure was short and thin, as if a gust of wind could blow her over. Yet, within her slightly humped frame was a spirit of unwavering resilience. Her face was lean, with slightly prominent cheekbones, and her skin had a healthy wheat hue from years of cultivation in the mountains, kissed by sunlight. Deep wrinkles were etched on her forehead, resembling mysterious symbols written by time, chronicling her experiences of vicissitudes and wisdom.
