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The thin fog shrouded the peaks partly; with the green mountains and clean rivers, the beautiful scenery was everywhere. Walking among such scenes was as if strolling in the fairy realm.
Xiao He had grown calmer gradually, but Liu Shisui felt more nervous as they moved forth, because the South-Pine Pavilion was just ahead.
The external disciples could be seen sitting cross-legged under the pine trees amid the cliffs, and the white smoke could be spotted once in a while. Seeing these familiar scenes, Liu Shisui naturally recalled his experiences here many years ago. He used to practice diligently under these pine trees every day and then go to that small courtyard far away from the noisy stream to make the bed and tea.
He let loose a sincere and nostalgic smile as he recalled the past,.
There was no guard outside the mountain gate. They were stopped by a caretaker when they arrived at the South-Pine Pavilion, asking why they came here.