The scene before him was like an illusion from the past.
Master Zheng knew this well.
But he tensed.
In an instant, Master Zheng's fists were as hard as rock and steel.
His clenched fists cracked audibly.
"Huuuh..."
Zheng Xiu's chest heaved once, and he let out a long, slow breath. Then he broke into a full sprint, ascending the stairs as swiftly as a nimble cheetah.
In the blink of an eye, he ran past Second Lady, weaving through the diverse crowd of commoners.
Lines of text, like swarming mosquitoes, twisted before Zheng Xiu's eyes, coalescing into words.
[You have heard that on Danglang Mountain, a hundred li from here, there is an Immortal Maiden Temple.]
[You have also heard that the Immortal Lady lives in the temple, granting peace, ensuring success in the imperial examinations, blessing officials with promotions, and helping women conceive.]
[You have heard, moreover...]
"Shut up."
The scenery on either side became a fleeting blur as it whipped past him.
