About four hours ago.
On a small hill.
Five Passes Temple.
Under the Spiritual Vision triggered by the young man's inspiration, no mystery could remain hidden.
While Yin Qingqing watched in astonishment, Zheng Xiu strode into the dreaded, pregnancy-inducing Five Passes Temple.
As he stepped into the temple, the lingering scent of incense filled the air. The small, dilapidated shrine had once been ignored, but thanks to a baseless rumor about "praying for a child," the Five Passes Temple had accumulated its fair share of mortal visitors.
A tattered, dark-red gauze curtain hung crookedly, covered in filth and dust, its former vibrant color barely discernible. Behind the hole-riddled red curtain, a bizarrely shaped "wooden statue" rested quietly on the altar.
"HSSS..."
Zheng Xiu had heard from Xi'er how ridiculous this statue was, but seeing it in person made his skin crawl. He felt a deep sense of unease, as if his own moral compass had just shattered on the floor.
