The moon was brightly suspended in the sky.
Master Chi Yuan took slow steps into the main hall. He picked up three sticks of agarwood incense from the incense table, lit them with the incense oil lamp, held them devoutly against his chest, and then placed them into the incense burner in front of him. Looking up at the imposing and majestic Grandmaster statue, he wiped away the incense ashes that had smeared its base with his sleeve.
"Grandmaster, it's been over a decade since I followed your guidance in my dream, leading that girl back to this desolate Daoist Temple waiting for revival. It feels like just a blink of an eye, and over ten years have passed—time truly flies like an arrow. In eleven years, Qingping Temple has evolved from a dilapidated building with leaking roofs and unstable doors and windows to now having a golden roof, and you, from a toppled and tarnished clay statue to a magnificent golden figure—it has not been easy."
