Before long, Yu Wenye and Shang Ruyi, led by Master Xinzeng, slowly ascended a long corridor.
Although a year had passed, they both had excellent memories. Besides, this place held extraordinary significance for them, so the moment they stepped onto the corridor, they immediately recognized it, and the surrounding scenery remained almost unchanged.
Especially after only a few steps, a familiar Buddhist hall appeared beside them.
Yu Wenye halted in his tracks.
The doors of the Buddhist hall were wide open, allowing a clear view of the enshrined Guanyin Bodhisattva inside. Even though Master Xinzeng had led the monks to greet them at the mountain gate early this morning, they hadn't forgotten their offerings. Incense and candles had long been lit here, fruits were placed on the offering table, and a familiar, gentle, and compassionate atmosphere permeated the Buddhist hall, soothing the heart almost immediately.
