Sanqing Temple.
'So, this is Sanqing Temple...' Lin Yiyi murmured to herself. Then, a bolt of lightning flashed through her mind!
Sanqing Temple... Sanqing Temple!!
She gasped. Memories from when she was just three or four years old swept over her, and the image of that Daoist Temple—the one that had once loomed over the Celestial Vault, existing Everywhere—materialized in her mind.
Zhou Xiaotong was also trembling slightly, her lips quivering as she stiffly turned her head to the side.
"You, you..."
Lu Xuan gave a placid smile and said calmly,
"Yang Erlang calls me Martial Uncle. You should call me Martial Grand-uncle."
Zhou Xiaotong froze on the spot. Her eyes instantly reddened and her chest heaved. Then, she dropped into a deep bow.
She said with a sob,
"This junior, Zhou Xiaotong, pays her respects to Martial Grand-uncle!"
"Good." Lu Xuan smiled and nodded.
