Chen Yi did not pause his steps and asked aloud, "Sir, may I ask how to get to the Golden Immortal Temple?"
The middle-aged man turned around with some difficulty after hearing him. He was around forty years old, had fair skin, kept a short beard, with eyes reflecting a merchant's shrewdness, yet was somewhat fatigued from climbing the mountain.
He looked at the three people, a hint of doubt appeared on his face.
"Golden Immortal Temple?" he asked in return, catching his breath, "You... are also going to the Golden Immortal Temple?"
He raised his hand and pointed towards the deeper woods above, saying, "Follow this main path up, then turn left at the white-walled side path, walk all the way down the more worn stone steps, that's it, but..." He paused, scrutinizing the three, "That place has been abandoned for a long time, no Mage or Daoist remains. What are you going there for?"
"To worship Buddha."
