"This is no god!"
Upon hearing this, the elder shook his head and asked the young girl, "Huaner, do you know who this statue represents?"
"This..."
The young girl, biting her finger, looked over the statue and then shook her head, saying, "Huaner does not know."
Her words were innocent and genuine.
The temple had been abandoned for who knows how long, and the statue, left unattended, had been eroded by time and the elements, its features long since blurred, its form damaged, and under a layer of dust, who could recognize it?
The girl's naïveté was clear, yet suddenly, from an angle, a voice chimed in, "This boy knows!"
"Oh?"
The elder let out a surprised sound and turned his head to look. He saw a disheveled and ragged beggar boy in the corner. Not minding his appearance, the elder simply asked, "Well then, what do you say?"
The beggar boy grinned, "This is the temple of the Divine Martial Ancestor, Heaven Martial Great Emperor—Xu Qingyang!"
"Crack!"
