Footsteps sounded outside the door.
Nelson took out the only key and opened the door that only she could enter.
Pushing the door open, there was the portrait of the Southern Sea Hermit, hanging prominently in the center.
The room was small and very dark.
Nelson first took off her shoes, then knelt on the ground, inching her way in.
When she crawled to the portrait of the Southern Sea Hermit, she clasped her hands together, closed her eyes very reverently, and muttered incessantly.
Her voice was so low that it was unclear what she was saying.
After finishing, Nelson habitually continued to kowtow.
This was a habit.
When her mentor was alive, every time she came to this room to visit her mentor, she would do this.
She took off her shoes, then crawled here.
Kowtow, pay respects.
After doing these things, Nelson would usually leave and place some offerings.
But somehow, she felt a bit dizzy.
This dizziness wasn't from any drug but felt like fatigue.
