The four of them got off the flying boat and headed towards Tiandu City.
As they passed the South City Gate, they noticed the bustling crowd near the shrine, and Chen Mo couldn't help but feel a bit confused.
The temple had been built for some time, and the aftermath of the explosion had already subsided. Logically, people should gradually forget about it, so why were more and more worshipers coming to offer incense?
Moreover, besides ordinary citizens, there were quite a few well-dressed young masters and ladies, as well as officials in soft palanquins, surrounded by attendants...
Chen Mo reached out and grabbed a robust man, asking, "Brother, may I ask why you all come to offer incense at Zhenyue Temple? Is there something special today, like a second incense stick at half price?"
