Mr. Wang pondered over these words, feeling uncertain. He could only agree, "Sir... Your Majesty is wise beyond compare. It's my limited understanding as a servant. If it truly is an immortal's warning, it is a blessing for the country."
Emperor Jianji no longer continued the conversation and walked towards the Golden Immortal Temple. As he passed the Three-legged Bronze Tripod, his steps paused briefly. His gaze swept over the thin layer of ash inside the tripod, and he placed the three half-burnt incense sticks he was holding, then moved on.
Mr. Wang hurriedly followed, matching his pace.
They passed through the slightly chaotic forecourt towards the giant ancient cypress and the deeper and more secluded Three Pure Ones Hall behind it. The deeper they went, the dimmer the light became.
