Amidst the embracing mountains, a majestic architectural complex rises from the ground, like a masterpiece crafted by the hand of a god.
The glazed golden roofs shimmer with a rainbow glow under the morning sun, and the stone carvings of auspicious beasts perched atop the nine-tiered eaves are remarkably lifelike.
Within the central hall, spiritual tea on a table made of agarwood exudes a mist of white vapor.
Two elders in the main seat are engaged in lively conversation, suddenly interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps.
"Daddy! Father!"
A young woman, lifting her azure dress, rushes in, with the ornaments in her hair jingling melodiously.
She doesn't bother to wipe the delicate sweat on her forehead, her almond-shaped eyes brimming with unconcealed joy: "Xiang Rong and Xiang Lin can walk now!"
And this young woman is none other than Lu Qingqing.
The two elders in the main seat are Shen Yunwei and Lu Jiahe.
