"Queen Mother Ancestral Hall"—four bold black characters were engraved on a plaque with a golden base.
The overall tone presented a red hue, making the West Queen Mother Temple appear solemn and dignified, laid out right in front of him.
Looking at the three incense burners placed in front of the temple, many incense sticks were inserted, slowly burning and enveloped in a cloud of smoke, as if people still frequently came here to worship.
Wu Liang stepped forward, raised his hand, and exerted force.
Creaaaaak—
Wu Liang pushed open the heavy temple doors.
The imagined onslaught of dust did not appear, nor were there the baskets of bloody and eerie fruit that maids previously carried.
There was only a statue of the Queen Mother of the West draped in a colorful robe and entirely gilded, placed on the altar with an expression full of vitality, fresh fruit offerings placed before her.
Glancing around, the temple interior appeared clean and tidy, with no sign of anything amiss.
