In the northern part of Wushan, nestled within a vast mountain range stretching for thousands of miles, lies a long-abandoned special temple.
The temple is square-shaped, surrounded by many white columns, with small snakes coiled around them.
The outer walls are adorned with murals of priests with snake heads and human bodies, using magic staffs to bless the believers.
Inside the dilapidated main hall of the temple.
A tall man with a black robe and black hair casually draped over his shoulders is meticulously examining the temple's murals.
The man's face is plain, neither handsome nor unattractive, but his skin has an indescribable pallor and delicacy.
It's a kind of pallor that even a woman kept indoors for years, never seeing sunlight, could not achieve.
Just as the man was carefully inspecting the murals, a few people suddenly approached quickly from the forest outside the temple.
