Two years later.
Outside the Imperial Capital, the winter snow blankets everything.
In the vast snowy landscape, a three-story temple rises up, simple and unadorned in its architectural style, yet possessing an awe-inspiring sacred presence.
The once desolate Imperial Suburb is now lively and bustling with the crowds coming to worship, creating a wide path in the wilderness snow.
The car could no longer move once it was a kilometer from the temple.
Xi Rubao jumped out of the car and reached out to the back seat for Xing Yue: "Teacher Xing, the snow makes the road slippery. Here, hold onto me…"
Unexpectedly, another large hand was a bit quicker, already holding Xing Yue's hand, supporting her slender arm, almost half embracing her as she got out.
Once Xing Yue's little boots firmly touched the snow, the man promptly withdrew his hand, silently and reservedly retreating to his position behind her, back to his role as a competent bodyguard.
