Crossing the threshold, Zhu Haomiao bathed in the eyes of hatred and wariness, strolled around as if there was no one else present.
He surveyed his surroundings with great interest, the opulent palace rivaled the Imperial Palace, lacking a touch of solemnity and grandeur but brimming with extravagance and delicacy.
Yet beneath this seemingly grand and solemn temple, the youth saw a dense fog of sins that couldn't dissipate.
Ignoring everyone, Zhu Haomiao's gaze skipped over the crowd, focusing on the golden Buddha statue sitting cross-legged at the center of the main hall, exuding an aura of dignified tranquility.
The statue, with a flower between its fingers, smiled serenely, surrounded by countless miniature Heavenly Maidens.
Some of these maidens were scattering petals, some gracefully dancing, some playing musical instruments, some offering rare treasures and fruits, while others were nestled and entwined...
