The ancient Askheart Temple had experienced the passage of countless years, it exuded a quiet and peaceful aura.

Inside one of the treasured shrines, the reverend of the Askheart Temple sat on a praying mat with Qin Wentian in front of him. Beside him, a little novice buddhist monk was busying himself about, depositing jade slips and some tattered-looking ancient scrolls at the center between the reverend and Qin Wentian. These are all the valuable records kept by the Askheart Temple that had been handed down since ancient times.

"Master, they are all here." The little monk pressed his palms together and spoke to Reverend Tianxin.

"Good, Wuxin, you have leave to go for now." Reverend Tianxin spoke to the little monk. The little monk then nodded, he turned and bowed to Qin Wentian, "Sir Qin, Wuxin takes his leave."

"Many thanks." Qin Wentian smiled and nodded as the little monk left.

"Reverend, this disciple of yours is pretty good." Qin Wentian laughed.

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