Today's snow wasn't particularly heavy; there were two neat rows of footprints on the snow, extending all the way to the backyard.
These two sets of footprints should belong to a man and a woman. One large, one small; one deep, one shallow.
Lin Tian paid more attention to the larger footprints, which seemed a bit hollow, varying in weight and not particularly noteworthy.
As for the smaller footprints, they were clearly a woman's, uniform in distance and depth, as if measured with a ruler.
The Five Pure Ones Temple is known for having many experts, that's without a doubt. But how could there be a female master?
With curiosity, Lin Tian followed the path pointed out by the young monk, tracing the two rows of footprints to the entrance of a courtyard with tall cornices and spacious tiles.
Standing there, the world was no longer quiet, because nearby, there was the sound of a wooden fish, accompanied by the chanting of monks reciting Buddhist sutras.
