Memories surged in her mind.
Like a torrential tide, unstoppable, the wild waves continuously battered the shore rocks, producing a loud, intense sound.
In the grand and majestic temple, the intricately carved beams and pillars inside were exceptionally exquisite, unique in their charm.
Numerous disciples stood in the temple, along with the elders sitting in their designated seats.
Master Alexander sat in the highest seat, his white robe spotless, and the crown tied atop his head added a touch of nobility.
A woman in a plain robe stood upright in the temple, her demeanor neither servile nor haughty, her unpainted face calm.
At that moment, the man sitting in the high seat stood up slowly and walked towards the position where the woman in the plain robe stood.
"Master Alexander."
The woman knelt on the ground.
"Jasmine."
The man's voice was magnetically husky.
