Although Wang Ping knew Xiao Shan Lord was just sighing with emotion, he still explained, "I was too impulsive back then." As he spoke, Yu Lian slipped into the gap of his collar and poked her small head out to look at Xiao Shan Lord.
Xiao Shan Lord ignored Wang Ping's explanation. He gazed at the statue that pierced the clouds. It was a standing figure, its feet together on a lotus platform. Its left hand was held in a welcoming gesture, and its right hand clutched a Duster. Its expression was devoid of joy or sorrow, and behind it were magnificent carvings of Profound Light.
In the future, a dedicated Incense Fire Daoist Temple would be established around the statue to manage it and the incense offerings from the nearby common folk.
"You just experienced the wonder of Heaven and Earth Fortune. What are your thoughts?"
But it was Xiao Shan Lord who asked the question first.
