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'My Spiritual Vision is after all not the native art of Qi-watching, and what I see should be somewhat different from what native Taoists do.'
'It's just that I don't know what Song Gongbao would look like in the eyes of native Qi-watchers.'
As Aaron was pondering, he suddenly felt something and looked outside the inn.
On the official road, a horse-drawn carriage approached, driven by an old man whose face was etched with the lines of hardship. His hands bore numerous scars from blades and arrows, instantly giving Aaron the impression of a battle-hardened veteran.
The old soldier stopped the carriage, and upon seeing the White Tiger lying next to the inn, he was surprised for a moment, but did not lose composure. Grasping the reins tightly, he said in a low voice to the Young Master inside the carriage, "Young Master... there is only this inn nearby, but a White Tiger is lying at the door... Shall we rest here?"