After walking for a little over an hour, Sun Yan's feet felt numb, almost losing sensation.
The silhouette of a Tibetan Buddhist temple gradually emerged in the distance.
Damian Dorje, who was leading the way, exclaimed with delighted relief, "Vajra Temple, it's Vajra Temple! We've finally arrived."
Sun Yan's lips curled slightly, unmoved.
It wasn't his aloofness; the long trek through the snow had exhausted him to the point where he had no desire to move beyond walking.
With a destination in sight, their motivation seemed to rejuvenate, and about ten minutes later, they reached Vajra Temple.
This was a temple with a distinct Tibetan style; apart from the top, the rest was pure white stone walls, adorned with prayer flags.
An inexplicable sense of safety and relaxation enveloped them.
Damian Dorje eagerly approached the temple's main gate, knocking vigorously.
