The next day before dawn, Qin Liuxi arrived at Qingping Temple carrying a large bundle, while the Taoist priests of Qingping Temple, both old and young, stood outside of Master Chi Yuan's Daoist Room.
"Why are you all standing around? There are devotees coming to offer incense soon, go open the temple gate and welcome them!" Qin Liuxi glared at everyone.
Qing Yuan didn't know what was going on, his eyes swollen like big peaches, squinting through a slit, tears continuously flowing out.
"Did a poisonous insect bite you?" Qin Liuxi frowned at him.
Qing Yuan shook his head and said, "I couldn't sleep well when I heard the temple master was entering spiritual retreat."
Tsk, look at your lack of spirit.
Qin Liuxi waved her hand to chase everyone away: "Stop loafing around. He's just going into retreat, not leaving for somewhere else. When he achieves great success in Foundation Establishment, our temple will hold a grand ceremony to celebrate."
