Temple Fair Bustling with Crowds, Heroes Gathered, Each Displaying Their Talents as Storm Clouds Converged

To the east of Flying Dragon City stood a towering mountain over a thousand zhang high, named Saint-Prayer Mountain. Flying Dragon Temple sat within it. Legend had it that the temple was exceedingly efficacious: one could pray for favorable winds and rains, wealth and children, or ward off evil and disaster... Whenever a temple fair was held, the crowds packed together like a wall, converging from all directions. Jostling and squeezing filled the place in a scene of tremendous bustle.

Li Xian feared that the five members of the Five-Elements Flower-Shield Formation might reveal their Flower Cage Sect identities, drawing a siege and causing further complications. Thus, he ordered the five to remain at the inn and forbade them from going out. Early that morning, after simply drinking a bowl of rice porridge, he smeared his face dark with rouge, mussed up his hair, and arrived at the foot of Flying Dragon Temple like an ordinary commoner.

He looked toward the mountaintop.

Flying Dragon Temple towered high above, its lofty buildings grandly constructed as countless people came to worship. The slanting sunlight shone from the east, gilding half the temple in dazzling brilliance.

Several Incense Pavilions stood at the foot of the mountain, selling incense, offering fruits, tribute tea, and other such items. Any commoner passing through this place had to first enter an Incense Pavilion and purchase the incense offerings needed for the temple.

Li Xian had heard that the woman surnamed Wang would be visiting the temple. He wished to get close and observe her, thinking, *I can use the crowd as cover and secretly employ Double Pupils to examine her features. If she practices some vicious martial art, like Hao Qingshe's poison arts, there should be clues in her appearance. Even if I cannot make out anything,