Chapter 91: Likely Closer to the Immortals
“Clink, clink, clang, clang…”
In the mountains, there were no other sounds, only the clear and ethereal jingling of bells echoing through the white clouds.
There were three people and a donkey.
A frail and thin middle-aged man wearing a large robe and a bamboo hat with a beard rode on the back of a scraggly donkey. The large robe covered his legs, and both he and the donkey looked weak and thin, creating a strangely harmonious image of mutual frailty.
What a delicate and refined scholar he appeared to be.
The two companions beside him were a round-faced man about eighteen or nineteen carrying a knapsack and leading the donkey, and a man in his twenties carrying a bow and a long sword with a determined look.
“Sir, there’s someone ahead.”
“It looks like a Daoist priest.”
“Let’s go and see!”