High in the sky, the little Taoist pondered silently.
More than half a month had passed since the trip to Shangjing City, and truly, he had experienced far too many events. It was just a pity that there was still no news about his master.
"But at least I know now that Master is a cultivator who can distinguish right from wrong and supports the weak while opposing the strong,"
Jin Xu whispered softly.
Yu Yaoer, who was next to him, didn't catch the little Taoist's words and turned to ask, "Young Master, what did you just say?"
"It's nothing, I said that we are home."
Underneath the feet of the three of them was none other than the Xuanxu Temple of Little Platform Mountain.
...
The little Taoist, along with the three ladies, quietly descended in front of the gate of the Taoist temple, which had been closed for more than half a month.
The entrance of Xuanxu Temple was now devoid of those frenzied female devotees.