The sky was clear and bright.
A streak of radiance descended from the sky, breaking through the clouds to enter the airspace of a place known as Huishan.
This was a high mountain located around Tai'an City.
Huishan was rarely visited, exceptionally peaceful and profound.
A stream wound around the mountain range like a jade belt.
Lu Qingshan, arriving by sword control, hovered high in the air, extending his divine sense downward.
The mountain was strewn with hawthorn trees.
There were very few buildings in the mountain, with only an ancient Taoist temple at the mountainside.
"It looks like another wasted trip?"
Lu Qingshan furrowed his brows, then had a thought, and led Lin Chuyi and Lin Shiwu directly towards the temple.
With a flicker of sword light, the three of them were already inside the temple.
The temple seemed long deserted, with withered yellow leaves accumulating throughout the courtyard.
In the center of the courtyard, there was also an ancient well.
