Having climbed halfway up the mountain, she was already exhausted and obediently handed her hand over to him, letting him lead her.
"Let's not climb any further! I'm afraid I can't make it to the summit!"
"Don't be afraid, even if it means carrying you, I will take you to the top."
Although she was too tired to continue, she wanted to visit her father's old acquaintance, Taoist Qingyun at the summit's Green Clouds Temple, so she did not back down and finally let him carry her to the top of Green Clouds Temple.
The ancient and venerable Daoist temple, enveloped in misty incense, was filled with mystery.
The two young people stepped into the temple gate.
The Daoist temple covered a vast area, with towers high up and streams below, pavilions and terraces scattered in an orderly manner, and flowers, trees, and vegetables thriving lushly, truly a sacred realm.