Within the Beijing Zhou Family's living room, a sense of harmony and warmth pervaded, and Zhou Jiao was also feeling tranquil. Overall, Zhou Jiao felt quite good at this moment. The air after the rain was refreshing, and importantly, she had spotted the stone temple.
It wasn't clear whether it had been knocked down by lightning or fallen into disrepair due to lack of maintenance. Under the flashlight's beam, the roof and corners had collapsed, and the main door was missing.
Zhou Jiao was unaware of the situation inside.
From a distance, facing the ancient temple, she knelt on the ground and respectfully bowed three times. Not for any particular reason; just the presence of the hidden chamber nearby perhaps meant that her great-grandfather had been there, donated, or even made a vow.
