At the great immortal temple of dangqing.
The incense was burning fiercely, and the smoke was like a thick cloud, blurring the entire temple.
The rustling sounds continued.
In a daze, pieces of robes were scattered on the ground, and the heavy four-legged cauldron was slightly swaying. The incense sticks inserted in the cauldron were constantly falling off layers of incense ash.
Amidst the ashes, a muffled voice could be heard intermittently.
The smoke was like a disturbed wave, surging and surging.
She only caught a glimpse of it before it was covered by the curtain-like fog.
Time passed slowly, and the sky gradually darkened.
After a moment, the smoke gradually calmed down. There was some movement in the fragrant mist. Very quickly, li lieyue and Yan mingxiao each changed into a new dress, re-wrapped their green clouds, and inserted their precious hairpins into them. They walked out of the door with calm expressions and left the temple.
