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Wang Chonglou, the High Priest of Wudang Mountains, passed away at the Lesser Lotus Crest.
The news spread from Northern Liang to the rest of the world, stirring the Taoism world. At the same time, people heard that the next high priest was not going to be the highly-esteemed Chen You, nor the eldest alchemist Song Zhiming, or the mute sword master Wang Xiaoping. It was the young yet senior-ranking Hong Xixiang who was not even thirty.
By the Turtleback Stele on the Lesser Lotus Crest, stood a young and good-looking Taoist who had grown up here. He wore something different today, a loose robe with long sleeves, white stockings and shoes with cloud patterns.
Wang Chonglou, the High Priest of Wudang Mountains, passed away at the Lesser Lotus Crest.
The news spread from Northern Liang to the rest of the world, stirring the Taoism world. At the same time, people heard that the next high priest was not going to be the highly-esteemed Chen You, nor the eldest alchemist Song Zhiming, or the mute sword master Wang Xiaoping. It was the young yet senior-ranking Hong Xixiang who was not even thirty.
By the Turtleback Stele on the Lesser Lotus Crest, stood a young and good-looking Taoist who had grown up here. He wore something different today, a loose robe with long sleeves, white stockings and shoes with cloud patterns.