The Taoist was already over a hundred years old, yet his complexion was rosy, his spirits were excellent, and he was very vigorous. He still insisted on doing morning exercises, practicing sword dancing, and walked with great agility every day.
After observing this, Han Dongchen felt reliable after conversing with him, so he carried Su Xiaowan to the temple where the Taoist stayed.
This tall mountain peak is surrounded only by trees and steep cliffs, and Han Dongchen wore a resolute expression, with sweat streaming down his forehead, as he carried Su Xiaowan step by step upwards.
Su Xiaowan was even more distressed, helping him wipe his sweat while advising, "Dongchen, why are you doing this? You can't believe the words of someone outside the world. I'll get better after a while, it's nothing."
Although Su Xiaowan comforted Han Dongchen with her words, she knew in her heart that her illness was unusual and would be hard to cure.
