The dragon horn on the dragon head had a faint smoke lingering around it. The smoke lingered and coalesced into a wisp, then slowly condensed into water vapor that covered the dragon head. The water vapor condensed into droplets that slowly dripped into the well along the dragon's mouth.
"Where did this smoke come from?" Ye Xiao had never seen such a strange scene.
The abbot stroked his beard and laughed out loud. "This smoke was formed by the burning of incense by these hundreds or thousands of believers. Only devout believers can be attracted by this dragon head and eventually absorb the Heaven and Earth spiritual energies to transform into holy water."
"What is considered pious?"
Ye Xiao's brows raised slightly. It seemed like to get holy water, he had to work hard on being 'pious'.
