In the capital of Liang State, beneath the bright winter sun, stood a brand-new Daoist temple commissioned by imperial decree. Any visitor entering it would surely mistake it for a temple that had stood for a thousand years. Nearly a million taels of hard gold and silver from the national treasury had been piled into this antique elegance.
Sunlight spilled across the green glazed tiles on a palace roof. Along the ridge stood a row of lifelike ridge beasts, and one statue of a lion-like suanni seemed to shake its head.
A stone's throw apart, day and night stood divided.
Above the roof was daylight, while beneath the eaves night hung heavy. In the darkness, a woman carried a palace lantern and walked slowly through the corridor, her slender jade hand white as moonlight.
She patrolled back and forth through the corridor with her lantern, passing two vermilion gates each time. Beyond a single gate lay a Separate Cave Heaven.
Inside, a White Clad Young Man with a red mole between his brows seemed to be suspended high in the boundless void, watching an old Taoist priest from afar. That old Taoist priest was Liang Shuang, the current External Great Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain.
Yet at this moment, at the entrance to the Mountain God shrine on Liang State's border, that State Protecting True Person was still linking arms with Chen Ping'an in cheerful conversation. A White Clad Young Man likewise sat beside the steps there, except Xiao Mo, in a yellow hat and green shoes, had joined them.
In truth, the old True Person before him was the true body of Liang Shuang, the Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain.
Cui Dongshan sighed. After this war, aside from Zheng Juzhong of White Emperor City, it seemed no