"Master..."

At this moment, Hang Suisui naturally knew that the old man had sensed her apprehension and unease about her current identity.

She didn't want to trap herself, to create inner conflicts, which would be detrimental to her spiritual practice.

"I am who I am, yet I am also without self..."

Hang Suisui turned her head to look at the already bright sky and suddenly laughed out loud.

"So, what's the difference between a demon's body and a human's body?"

She really did get stuck on her own stubbornness.

She even had to trouble her ascended master to take care of her.

Hang Suisui shook her head, got out of bed, opened the window, and went to the balcony where she assumed a horse stance.

At the same time, he began reciting a calming mantra.

"Ice has stood still for millennia, all things remain undisturbed; the heart should be calm, the spirit gazing upon my solitary self; heart and spirit united, spirit in harmony; with balance in between, I remain undisturbed by myriad changes; without delusion or anger, without desire or seeking; without abandoning or forsaking, without action or ego..."

The pale golden light of dawn shone down from the clouds.

Every now and then, the clear chirping of birds could be heard from inside the garden.

Yin Huaizhu stood quietly downstairs on one side of the garden. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze passing through layers of bamboo leaves and branches, finally landing on the second-floor balcony.

There, a slender figure in loose pajamas caught the eye.

The person upstairs was practicing her kung fu with light and fluid movements, her hair fluttering in the wind, complementing her graceful figure.

The sunlight shone on her, as if draping her in a golden veil.

Yin Huaizhu blinked.