Everyone was clever; they simply hadn't thought of this before. Now that they'd heard what he meant, they understood at once.
Everyone immediately embraced and turned around, heading for the Scripture Pavilion.
The paths in the temple wound and twisted. Lush woods and graceful bamboo brimmed with life all around them, while pines and cypresses stood thick and green grass covered the ground.
In the past, Ling Qing often found a place to sit whenever he pleased, watching his senior brothers practice martial arts and chant scriptures.
At the same time, he used his Heart of Nature to sense the atmosphere here.
This made up for the loss of being unable to sense the Druid's Way of Nature while working on Firewood Mountain during the day, and also replenished the Natural Force he had expended.
But at that moment, he wasn't in the mood.
Before long, they arrived at the Scripture Depository Hall.
The hall stood atop a low peak in the temple's northwest corner. It was very remote, yet also conspicuous.
Looking up at the Scripture Depository Hall, which could be seen from anywhere in the temple, Ling Qing felt a little vexed.
It was somewhere he could see just by looking up. Why had he never noticed it before?
After thinking it over, he realized that ever since he'd entered the temple gates, he'd been relying too much on his past experience.
He'd assumed that as long as he didn't shirk his duties like Wang Qi, and diligently completed the tasks assigned by the temple, he would naturally earn his master's approval.
But he'd forgotten the true purpose of coming here.
Seeking immortality and asking about the Dao. Seeking immortality and asking about the Dao.
What immortality was he seeking?
What Dao was he asking about?
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