The Cyan Cloud Daoist Temple was not large, but the Divine Hall was built quite grandly. At its center was enshrined the Supreme Immortal Monarch, and the Four Seasons Everlasting Lamp was placed on the incense table.
The Three-legged Incense Burner, half as tall as a person, was enveloped in swirling smoke.
The polished blue bricks on the floor were smooth and seamless, and a few oil lamps hung from the pillars on both sides.
Even so, the light inside the hall appeared quite dim.
Xiaolian stood at the center of the hall, feeling somewhat at a loss. Having grown up, it was the first time she had entered such a clean and spacious room.
The statue in the hall, shrouded in smoke, appeared a bit intimidating.
Though Xiaolian was usually adventurous, it was only in the familiar environment of her boat, in the familiar waters of the lake. Away from the usual environment, and with her mother gone, she felt even more uneasy.
