Although the temperature in Purple Lake City is much better than in the small town, you can still feel the weather gradually cooling. But the moment you step into the Divine Temple, it's like entering a whole new world—extremely comfortable temperatures, and the air is fresh without any trace of change despite the crowd.
Upon entering the temple gates, there's a wide open space, with only one tall tree on each side, each over ten meters tall. The foliage is so dense, it covers a large area, making it hard for sunlight and rain to penetrate.
Many worshipers linger under the trees, either standing or sitting, seemingly enjoying the atmosphere beneath the branches.
Huang Mao squeezed into a spot, stretched his arms wide, and took a deep breath, muttering curiously, "There's no scent at all."
"How can that be," A Hai was under the tree too, with a look of contentment, "The scent of the leaves is very fresh."
