Fu'er followed Jiangli into the side hall.
Gazing at the changes around him, Fu'er sighed, "Time flies, I never thought Jiaoyang Temple would have changed so much..."
Jiangli said, "It has been several hundred years; naturally, there would be changes."
Even though that was the case, she hadn't come up to look around for centuries.
Seeing everything about Jiaoyang Temple again, Fu'er was full of nostalgia.
"It's just a pity that I am a Spiritual Body now, unable to go to the main hall to kowtow and pay respects to our ancestral master."
Jiangli poured herself a cup of water and took a sip. She had been feeling thirsty since outside Qingyun Temple.
And had been enduring it until now.
After quenching her thirst, Jiangli said calmly, "That old guy probably doesn't want to see you, so it's just as well that you don't pay your respects."
