The mountain wind howled past, chilling people to the bone.
Qin Liuxi and her companions gazed at the three Pure Ones, over a zhang tall, before them.
The Three Pure Ones weren't golden bronze statues, but rather painted mud sculptures. Time had eroded the colors under the sun and rain, leaving the seated figures missing arms and riddled with holes, home to unknown creatures. Only the heads remained intact, barely recognizable.
Qin Liuxi sighed.
Fei Chai knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly.
Qin Liuxi instructed Teng Zhao and the others to clean up, while she herself took out some offering incense and candles from her Qiankun Bag.
Regardless of whether this site held any inheritance, having come here, and being descendants of Qingping Temple, they should express their respect and intentions.
Qin Liuxi took a clean piece of cotton cloth, leapt forward, and carefully wiped the head with it. As for the holes in the statue's belly, she left them open.
