The two walked in silence along the way. After about half an hour, the air suddenly became fresh, and a temple, with smoke faintly rising, appeared amidst the mountains not far away.
Upon seeing the temple, Chen Yang felt a sudden movement in his heart and subconsciously paused for a moment.
"What's wrong, Chen Yang?"
Wang Qingyue, following behind, easily noticed Chen Yang's unease.
"It's nothing, I just saw Yunlong Temple," Chen Yang said calmly, regaining his composure.
"We're here?"
Wang Qingyue, already full of curiosity about Yunlong Temple, quickly shifted her gaze forward upon hearing Chen Yang's words.
In view was the ancient temple, with smoke faintly curling, nestled in the hills.
Even without much understanding of feng shui, just a glance from afar could make one feel the temple's profound mystery and sanctity.
The feeling of isolation from the world, a secluded Shangri-La, came rushing in.
"This temple... is really something else."
