Two months later.
Lin Chang'an, who had prepared in advance, bathed and burned incense, donned brand-new dharma robes, and even chose an auspicious time before leaving.
He made his way to Yun Yao's Daoist temple.
As soon as he arrived, the array at the Daoist temple slowly opened. Yun Yao, dressed in a white outfit, looked much more vibrant than before, suggesting her injuries had healed.
"Mr. Yun."
Looking at Lin Chang'an, a peculiar glint flashed in Yun Yao's eyes, seemingly noticing something special about him.
This made Lin Chang'an smile awkwardly and clasp his hands, saying:
"Mr. Yun, I'm here for good fortune."
Even in cultivation, seeking good fortune is something many cultivators do before undertaking important matters.
"Let's set off then."
Yun Yao nodded lightly, not opposed to this behavior. The strange glint earlier was merely because Lin Chang'an's vigor reminded her of a familiar scene.
