Brilliant golden light burst across the sky, then descended vertically, transforming into a sacred and noble staircase, welcoming the most honored guest of the Dragon Nurturing Temple.
All the pilgrims' gazes were involuntarily drawn towards the golden light.
The talkative woman at this moment could hardly believe her eyes, her breath quickened, and she instinctively covered her mouth to prevent any surprised sounds from escaping.
Shang Zichun looked at the dazzling scene before her and was momentarily stunned.
Her previous words had just been a joke, a habitual jest with her son.
But she never imagined the golden light would actually descend before them.
All the pilgrims looked over with envious and amazed eyes; most of them were parents, seeking blessings for their children.
At this moment, there was a palpable admiration hidden in the gaze directed at Shang Zichun.
