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Mount Fanjing, Lingying Palace.
Once a place of bustling incense burning, it had now become particularly desolate.
Even the roof of the main hall had a large hole in it, roughly covered with a plastic sheet, which made it look very desolate.
Creak.
The temple door emitted a grating screech as Shi Xueqing gracefully entered and began to light incense as was her custom.
One stick of incense daily, a practice unshakable by thunder so long as Shi Xueqing resided in Lingying Palace.
Only today, Shi Xueqing's face betrayed a hint of worry.
She whispered to herself as she offered the incense.
"Great ancestor, please show your spirit! If you don't show yourself, I'm going to starve to death! You should know that now there's only me left in Lingying Palace!"
