By the Washing Spring, dense mists swirled, and the woods stood thick and foreboding.
The occasional sweet, cloying scent that reached one's nose made it irresistible not to feel tipsy, almost tempting one to plunge into the spring waters and frolic with the seven fairies.
Wang Yuan hid behind a tree downwind, holding a red silk handkerchief in his hand.
He stealthily glanced toward a pile of gauzy clothing by the spring's edge, predominantly red in color.
"Indeed, in this 'Inner Scene Heaven and Earth' that's akin to being alive, as long as one holds onto this backdoor token, one can certainly find the other's clothes.
In the second trial, holding someone's clothes in hand shall determine which 'incumbent son-in-law' must face whose test.
But stealing clothes is not going to be easy."
Looking up, he saw numerous grayish white cocoons hanging from a row of large trees by the Washing Spring.
