Dong Huiying felt a bit bored after picking up the wood branches, so she wandered around nearby.
At the same time, inside the Burial Dragon Temple.
"Sir, Marshal and the others arrived in Dongcui City yesterday."
In the Buddha Hall, that man's long hair was untied, and he stood barefoot on the cold marble floor.
His clothes were immaculately white as snow, with only a black jade pendant at his waist.
The black jade was intricately carved, its ugliness also carried a hint of sharpness.
This man was Qinghe.
Ah Lian gazed at Xiao Qinghe's back. The gentleman had dismissed the monks and visitors of the Buddha Hall, and here he stood for several months, hour after hour.
She didn't know what the gentleman was thinking, but she guessed it must be related to Marshal Baowei.
Qinghe was silent for a while, then slowly opened his mouth with a clear voice.
"Ah Lian, do you think if I pray to it, it would grant my wish?"
