People lined up, looking devoutly at an old monk, and after putting their incense money into a wooden box, they received some spring water from the old monk's hands.
Luo Shu looked at the spring water incessantly bubbling out of the small pool, which contained fragments of spirit grass. Drinking it was not harmful to people.
Lu Hanmo expanded his divine sense and carefully surveyed the temple. The temple was quite large and not as simple and sacred as it appeared from the outside; its backyard was extremely luxurious. Just as his divine sense swept over a room, it was blocked by an invisible wall.
A shielding array? Lu Hanmo raised his eyebrows in some surprise, but his divine sense pierced through the array and continued to probe forward. Naturally, such a level of array could not stump him.
Inside the room sat a man and a woman, who were chatting at this moment.
"Are we really not going back?" the woman asked the man sitting opposite her in Yan Country's language.
