Forgotten Dust Valley.
On the stone steps leading from the foot of the mountain to the peak of the Celestial Dragon Temple.
A young girl bowed with every step, her face devout.
Beside her, Old Zhuang watched with a heart full of pain, yet did not dissuade her.
Unlike previous years when the temple was deserted.
Since eight years ago when the Celestial Dragon God manifested, the valley soon welcomed abundant rain. In the subsequent years, as they had hoped, the weather was favorable, harvests bountiful, and the population flourished. People coming to worship the Celestial Dragon were countless every day.
However.
Compared to others.
Zhuang Wan'er, on the first day of each month, personally bowed her way up from the mountain's foot, showing utmost devotion. She even had a small statue of the Celestial Dragon God placed at home, offering incense morning and night, vowing never to marry, only to serve the Celestial Dragon.
The people offering incense pointed and whispered:
