Sanhe Prefecture.
Between the hundred-mile stretch of marshes and the rolling mountain ranges, gravel roads connected everything, dotted with the occasional arched bridge and pavilion.
Before the gates of Sanhe Temple, Guangxuan, dressed today in the robes of the Sect Leader and holding a duster, was personally welcoming the invited guests.
「At the foot of the mountain.」
Just as Wang Ping was about to ascend the mountain under the guidance of a Sanhe Temple disciple, he ran into an acquaintance: Mars Taoist from Three Flames Temple. Mars was trailing an old Daoist, who spotted Yu Cheng and was the first to greet him. "Yu Cheng, it must have been over sixty years since we last met, hasn't it? Are you still guarding that broken-down Daoist Temple of yours?"
His words immediately marked him as someone who spent his days as an ascetic, one who paid no mind to the world outside. The only likely reason he had come was that Gu Heng's time was short.
