Yu Xiu glanced at him faintly, playing dumb, "Intervene in what? Did I do something? Who can prove it?"
Zhao Douan was taken aback, then laughed silently!
So, even a principled Daoist is quite an interesting person.
Passing the checkpoint, the group began to ascend the mountain. The terrain of Zhengyang Mountain was gentle, and the gradient of the slope gradually increased. To facilitate travel, a winding mountain road was built.
During the ascent by carriage, the academy buildings on the mountain became increasingly clear, with ancient pines standing out under the thin clouds.
When they reached the halfway point, there was a resting pavilion, and to Zhao Douan's surprise, a young man emerged from it, waving at them.
"Stop the car," Zhao Douan said, then lifted the curtain and looked at the man about thirty or forty, with a graceful and scholarly demeanor, wearing a scholar's long robe, feeling a sense of familiarity.
