A yellow Tunneling Light swiftly flew from the horizon, silently landing in front of the temple, transforming into a middle-aged man wearing a dark yellow long robe, none other than Xia Xuanyan.
"Brother Qingxu, it's been a while since we last met." Xia Xuanyan spoke towards the tightly closed temple door, his voice not loud, yet clearly penetrating the mist, reaching into the temple.
After a moment, the temple door silently slid open.
A young Daoist boy in green robes bowed and emerged, saluting, "Master Xia, the temple master invites you in."
Xia Xuanyan nodded slightly and stepped inside.
The interior of the temple was simply furnished, with only a mat in the center, upon which sat a Daoist.
The Daoist had white hair and beard, yet his complexion was as rosy and tender as a baby's, showing no signs of wrinkles.
