Inside the dilapidated temple.
An old Daoist and a young one slowly walked inside.
The old Daoist's hair and beard were completely white. He held a Duster, a Peach Wood Sword hung at his waist, and he wore a faded white Daoist Robe that had been washed many times.
Although it looked old and worn, it was still neat and clean.
The young Daoist had lively eyes. He held a Compass and carried a large bundle on his back, following closely by the old Daoist's side.
"Ahem."
The old Daoist cleared his throat, interrupting the prayers of the villagers inside the temple.
"Blessed Infinite Celestial Venerable. The Holy Infant has heard the prayers of all you lay devotees."
"However, the Holy Infant has only just descended to this world. His Holy Power has not yet recovered, so for now, he cannot protect everyone."
As he spoke, he sighed.
"Alas, what is a humble Daoist like myself to do?"
The moment he finished speaking, the young Daoist beside him immediately piped up:
