Qin was slightly stunned, not expecting Qing Xu to be so meticulous. With it around, he wouldn't need to worry too much in the future.
The man and the beast continued forward along the stream like this, not knowing how long they had walked.
The sound of water beside their ears gradually grew mighty, and the originally narrow and shallow stream channel also grew increasingly wide. The surging momentum of the current became more and more rapid, carrying along jade-fragment-like splashes as it rushed toward the opening ahead.
When they reached the end, both of them paused in their footsteps.
They saw several small streams converging before their eyes, and the stream water abruptly cut off its path. Ten thousand qing of blue waves poured down from the peak of the mountain cliff, transforming into a giant waterfall that swallowed the sky and obscured the sun.
Like the Milky Way hung upside down, when it smashed into the deep abyss, it stirred up a sky full of water mist. The hazy vapor soared straight up, refracting seven-colored streaming light in the sunlight.
The waterfall roared as it smashed into the deep pool. The splashed water mist swept across the cliff wall like a light gauze, and when their sight pierced through the hazy vapor, they actually saw an archaic Daoist Temple standing abruptly on the open space on the opposite bank of the waterfall.
The Daoist Temple was built against the mountain, its green tiles and stone walls stained with mottled traces by the years. Copper bells hung from the upturned eaves, yet their sounds were muffled by the roar of the waterfall.
The vermilion mountain gate was half-closed, the characters on the lintel long since blurred, leaving only a hint of lingering Dao Resonance.
Not a single figure was