"Where did this portrait come from?" After a while, Han Yan regained her composure from the shock and asked Sikong Qinglan.
"It was left by my master's master," Sikong Qinglan replied.
"Your master's master?" Han Yan was somewhat puzzled.
"My master's master, his name is Hua Guanyu!" Sikong Qinglan said solemnly.
"Ah!" Han Yan gasped lightly.
She had long heard from Ye Yi'an that the Huayu Temple had a long history, once producing many genius priests, and Huayue's father, Hua Guanyu, was one of them. It was also because of him that Huayu Temple declined, yet she had not expected Sikong Qinglan to have such a connection with him.
"You've heard of my master's master too?" Seeing the surprised look on Han Yan's face, Sikong Qinglan asked curiously.
"I heard from Lord Sacrificial Officer that it was because of him that Lord Divine was thunderously enraged with Huayu Temple," Han Yan certainly wasn't going to tell him that Hua Guanyu's descendants were her followers.
