After entering the hall, they found that what lay before them was nothing like they had imagined. The vast hall was completely empty, with no furnishings or displays to be seen.
Everyone exchanged glances, bewildered.
"What's going on? Why is there nothing here? Could this not be the Daoist temple of that great figure after all? Or did that person leave nothing behind when he departed all those years ago?"
Someone frowned and spoke in a low voice.
The person beside him's eyes flickered. "Not necessarily. Don't forget, others came here before us. Yet there's no sign of them now. Maybe they took everything from this place!"
The others nodded at his words.
"Brother Zhao has a point! The doors were open when we arrived, so that person must have come here before us. And now there's no sign of him. Perhaps we'll have to find him to learn whether he took everything in this hall!"
Someone spoke slowly.
Just then, someone pointed to one side and exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? Look over there! There's a doorway!"
The others looked up at once.
Sure enough, there was a doorway on one side of the hall, leading somewhere unknown.
"Come on! Let's go take a look. That person must have gone inside!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, everyone rushed toward the doorway...
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
As one figure after another rushed through the doorway, they found themselves standing before a sheer cliff.
A figure in a moon-white robe stood with his hands behind his back, facing away from them.
Beside him stood a woman of striking beauty.
The two were, naturally, Ning Wangshu and Han Ying.
"Who are you? Were you the ones who made that golden rainbow earlier?"
Seeing the two, a young man in green immediately stepped