The night wind howled.
Atop Golden Light Peak, the cold was biting, and the clouds and mist wrapped around endlessly like strips.
Inside the shrine's grand hall.
After Nan Li Huo placed a godly pattern on Xi Xi's forehead, he stood up and floated away, rolling up his sleeves to form a seal formula. A profound, echoing sound resonated continuously throughout the entire hall.
Xi Xi, small and delicate, sat on the meditation cushion, suddenly feeling the godly pattern on her brow grow hot, as if flames were burning.
She was curious and resisted the urge to touch it with her hand.
"You possess divinity; as your master, I will draw the treasure pagoda's light to shine upon you, Xi Xi. Relax, and after the pagoda's light shines on you, the teachings will be imparted to you."
"Every disciple through the ages has received gifts from the Temple God, and what they receive depends on their opportunities, talents, and compatibility."
"Close your eyes."
Nan Li Huo said.