After discussing matters with his senior sister that morning, Lin Feng drove by himself to Qingning Temple in the outskirts of Tianhai City. He had made plans a few days ago to chat and drink tea here with his senior brother and Zhou Yang. Since there were no classes today, they had set the time for today. Moreover, he had informed the teachers of the French Department the night before when he left work, so there was no need to worry about the students at school.
Lin Feng had never been here before. He relied solely on navigation to find this large-scale temple at the foot of a mountain. Seeing the magnificent Qingning Temple in front of him, Lin Feng felt utterly speechless. It was clearly a place of lively incense burning and bustling crowds, yet it bore such a name that seemed rather ironic to him.
