A Convenient Gesture

Maintaining the faith usually took at least the time it took an incense stick to burn.

After all, there were all manner of prayers to sort through one by one, and that was no easy task.

Tonight, however, had been easy. One Rejuvenation Pill and a few minor rewards, and he was done for the day.

Closing the Mysterious Little Notebook, Qin He felt somewhat stifled by the heat.

More than a dozen corpses were being burned bright red by the Purple-Gold Gourd Furnace. A fire tornado wrapped around the bodies, letting out waves of low Dragon's Cry.

Even Qin He could not completely shut out that scorching heat.

So Qin He went out, intending to take a walk and see how far Wei Wu's newly built Immortal Temple had progressed.

Walking through the darkness, Qin He spotted the site of the new temple from a great distance away.

There was no helping it. The place was brilliantly lit.

Whistles and shouts could be heard from far away.

When he drew closer, Qin He was somewhat astonished.

Good heavens!

This was a construction site where at least two or three thousand people were working at once.

Countless bare-chested men shouted cadence calls, pulling thick pillars up from the ground to the sound of whistles, slowly setting them into the large pits beside them.

Countless others were spread out, leveling the ground, digging pits, laying beams...

At the farthest end, an enormous, lifelike statue rested atop rolling logs, inching its way onto the site.

People bustled back and forth, whistles ringing out in a cacophony, like a colony of ants at work.

Bright lights shone over the men, their sweat gleaming slickly like they had been smeared with a layer of oil.

Qin He nodded speechlessly. Wei Wu was becoming more