A single syllable fell into his ear, Chen Yi's hand slightly paused.
Before the Three Pure Ones statues, people came and went, incense customers directly offering incense and prayers before the massive sculptures. The crowd, bustling and jostling, seemed to ignore this area, keeping a distance close to a ten feet away.
Qin Yue bit her finger, her mouth agape with curiosity, watching the man in scholar's attire. Somehow, he made her feel an inexplicable natural closeness, like all serpent kind naturally closeness to the True Dragon. This was an indescribable fate, and at Qin Yue's age she naturally couldn't understand it.
In the incense-filled hall, smoke curled around. No matter how much fog shrouded the sculptures, they remained mere clay figures. Chen Yi lowered his gaze slightly, seeing the scholar-clad man named "Qi" standing there, the Heavenly Eye perceived the incense burning like the River of Time.
