As he moved, the ten Golden Winged Great Pengs followed him and landed in front of the Daoist temple.
Qingfeng seemed unaware of their diverse thoughts, bowed slightly, and said with a smile, "The master has been waiting for you distinguished guests, please come in."
Zheng Fa also smiled and said, "In that case, I'll impose."
Qingfeng and Ming Yue led the way, hopping with each step.
Zheng Fa's group followed behind, silently observing the situation within the temple.
Apart from their group, the temple seemed devoid of anyone else, with deep vegetation and pervasive cool shade.
In the front courtyard stood a peach tree, its trunk so thick that even four or five strong men couldn't embrace it. The crown was wide, like a dark green tent.
The ground was overgrown with plants, rustling against their calves.
The grass grew so tall that Qingfeng and Ming Yue, walking ahead, had to brush aside the tips of grass from their faces with their hands.
