Three days passed swiftly, and it was morning.
"xiao"
Outside Xuankong Temple, the mountains were like ink, and a piercing clear whistle echoed.
Immediately, from the clouds, a purple lightning shot out, swiftly flying to the outside of the Xuankong Temple.
After half a cup of tea time, on the green stone path leading to the main gate of Xuankong Temple, Chen Yuan walked alongside Master Sanjie, the abbot of the temple.
"I have disturbed you these past few days. If I were not in a hurry to take office, I would truly like to linger here, listening to the master's teachings and gaining many wonderful insights."
At this moment, Chen Yuan, dressed in a brand new purple Qilin Cannon, exuding a hidden majesty, was chatting merrily with the abbot.
