"If you want..."
Zhou Li paused for a moment, then continued, "We could play to our strengths, refurbish it, and repaint it. It would probably look better than before... But that seems like it would be damaging cultural relics."
"No need."
Huai Xu shook her head and declined, "Let's just leave it as it is. Fixing it wouldn't restore it to its original state anyway. Besides, no one will come to worship it in this place any longer; times have changed. If a Demon causes trouble in the future, I doubt I'll need to travel all this way to deal with it—you Heavenly Masters could just take a plane over, which would be quick."
After speaking, she sighed and took a couple of steps forward. Placing her palm on the statue, she felt the cold, rough texture under her hand and caressed it gently, her expression like that of someone facing the loss of an old friend.
