The Last Extraordinary Man of the Martial World

Spring Origin Daoist Temple was a Daoist temple built this year.

According to the people nearby, they had never seen a Daoist temple go up so quickly.

Spring Origin Daoist Temple had begun construction in early spring, yet before spring had even reached its midpoint, the entire temple had been completed.

If it had merely been some small temple, that would have been one thing, but it was enormous.

A complex of six successive courtyards had been built against the mountain, with pavilions and towers scattered in pleasing order. Red walls paired with glazed tiles, and for a time, it looked even grander than the emperor's temporary palace.

Some even suspected this was another of the emperor's temporary residences, merely carrying the name of a Daoist temple. After all, it was not far from Daming Lake, and the emperor had been overjoyed. Besides, someone had recognized quite a few of the craftsmen.

Every one of those craftsmen was a renowned master artisan from near and far. Even when the emperor built his palace, he likely could not have gathered so many skilled hands at once.

One could only say that the owner of this new Daoist temple must have an extraordinary background.

That was also why Spring Origin Daoist Temple, despite being new, had already gained considerable fame.

Duan Yun was walking along the road to Spring Origin Daoist Temple.

From afar, he could already see that magnificent temple joined to the entire mountainside. Its red walls and green tiles did not look out of place at all, but blended together in perfect harmony.

From the moment he entered the mountain gate, Duan Yun could sense that this Daoist temple was no ordinary work.

Though it was new, every tree and every tile had been arranged with great charm.

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