The light rain drizzled, and the mist from far and near was as elegant as silk, lingering between the mountains and the forests.
A small and ancient Taoist temple stood quietly in the middle of the green.
The Taoist temple seemed to have been empty for a long time. Looking from the outside, even the cracks in the door were covered with thick moss.
The top of the wall was even covered with dense crickets.
It was a scene of desolation.
In the misty rain, the vegetation was sparse.
Clang!
The faded "pengyi temple" plaque suddenly fell to the ground.
A young-looking cultivator in a brocade robe suddenly appeared at the entrance of the pengying temple.
His eyebrows were slender and his eyes were bright. He had a dignified bearing, just like a disciple of a prominent family in the secular world. When he waved his sleeves, the ring on his hand was vaguely revealed.
Nine Ali's three cloud phoenixes were ancient and elegant.
