It was still around midnight when Zhao Rong set out, arriving at the inn he had rented by the south gate of Luojing. He changed his clothes, took some dry food with him, and rushed to arrive at Chongxu Temple on Taibai Mountain before the hour of yin. He then spent the entire day copying scriptures in the Spirit Temple until sunset, waiting until all the Daoists had completed their evening class before handing in his scriptures, tired from the day's work.
That night, upon returning to his dwelling, he ate the osmanthus cakes made by Su Xiaoxiao, while meticulously noting down on white paper the details he had memorized that day and the vulnerabilities he thought could be exploited, carefully deliberating each one.