The resplendent glazed tiles glimmered with dazzling light under the glow of the sunset, akin to a brilliant star river ignited among the mountains.
Before the temple gates, a golden dragon spiraled and stood guard, carved so lifelike, exuding majesty and solemnity.
By the time Su Tu and the others arrived, quite a number of pilgrims had already queued up outside, the surging crowd piling ahead indicating the thriving incense worship at the Dragon Nurturing Temple.
"How long do we have to wait..."
Shang Zichun looked at the crowd ahead, somewhat baffled. She wasn't the one to pray or worship Buddha, hardly ever visiting such places, never witnessing such scenes.
Su Tu glanced around, realizing that with the current number of people, they might not get through even by nightfall.
"Mom, why don't we back out?"
Su Tu knew his mother's temperament; regardless of how interested she was, if there was a queue, she would turn and leave.
