His clear voice echoed throughout the mountain while the main gate lay on the ground, shattered in pieces. Nie Changqing restrained his excitement and the complicated feeling lingering in his heart.
Smoke and dust filled the air.
Nie Changqing walked slowly with the butcher knife floating quietly next to him.
His white robe and black hair were blowing in the mountain wind.
In the distance, a Daoist boy was startled. In a panic, he ran toward the temple of Daoist School.
Nie Changqing did not hurt the boy. He only looked into the distance quietly. The golden sunlight shone through the clouds and spilled on the ancient stone steps of Daoist School.
Nie Changqing did not stop. He kept walking until he saw to the stone memorial gate with three words carved on it, Inner Peace Temple.
Behind the memorial gate was Daoist School's martial arts practice field. A lot of the legendary martial arts practitioners had trained here.
