"You're back."
A prolonged, melodious voice emanated from within the Daoist temple, light as a feather, yet with strong penetrating power—as if drifting from the edge of the sky, tinged with a touch of immortality.
Upon hearing the voice, Chen Yang and Tao Xiaotong exchanged smiles and walked towards the interior of the temple.
The big yellow dog, Cannon, followed behind, bounding and leaping, wagging its tail, as excited as if it had seen a big bone.
Inside the temple, right ahead were the statues of the Three Pure Ones, uncolored but with exquisite craftsmanship. The Daoist saints appeared vibrant and lifelike.
On the offering table were placed apples, roast chicken, cured meat, and other items.
An old woman dressed in hemp clothes, holding a rag, was polishing the already gleaming offering table.
"Mother Qin."
