The open doors of the Taoist temple, the flickering lights within, and the lean figure in a Taoist robe at the entrance signified a wait spanning a thousand years.
Mr. Jiang stared at this scene for a long time. He was no longer young and had thought himself immune to the emotional outbursts of youth. Yet, at this moment, he found himself unexpectedly overwhelmed, as if he had returned to his passionate younger days, leaving him somewhat bewildered.
After a moment's hesitation, he mimicked Yin Le's tone. "A descendant of the Jiang Family has come to visit."
An old man's severe cough echoed from inside the house.
Master Xuanqing noticed Zhou Li, but she was too preoccupied to think of anything else and quickly said, "Please, come in!"
The three stepped through the door, which creaked shut behind them, and the light no longer shone outward.
Zhou Li, looking down, said to Master Xuanqing, "Master Xuanqing, it has been a long time. How is the elder of the observatory?"
