As Chu Qiao and the others entered the side chamber of the Anyuan Temple, Chu Qiao's face turned red with embarrassment, resulting in Jingjing and the others chuckling in amusement. Only Xiaofei seriously kowtowed to the statue with reverence, before turning around and glaring at the group making a ruckus behind.
With the smoke from the incense coiling around in the air, the entire hall was deeply consumed by a serious silence. The Guanyin statue that wore a peaceful smile sat on the altar, overlooking the peaceful worship hall that was illuminated by the sunlight that pierced through the incense ashes that floated in the air.
Zhuge Yue's voice was right by her ear. With an overwhelming gentleness, he quietly stated, "Praying needs to be done sincerely."