The night was deep, and the mountains were silent, with only the sound of cicadas suddenly becoming restless.
The Shen Family Mansion, the inner hall.
Incense swirled, wafting around the array of ancestral tablets on the shrine. In a modern city, having such a temple dedicated to ancestors was already a rarity.
"Only because each holds the true earth, does the Golden Core have a chance to return..."
At this moment, a deep and aged voice echoed softly, causing the candlelight to flicker.
Shen Xiangrong had just entered the door and heard this, immediately standing respectfully to the side, no longer speaking.
"Wonderful... truly wonderful... the Daoist elixir words are truly indescribably wonderful..."
The aged voice spoke again, carrying a sense of long-lasting savor.
