A barely perceptible twitch ran through Liu Zhan's cheek. Just moments ago, he had thought the wandering folk Prince Dai had taken in were utterly improper. Now he discovered that the people in the Daoist temple might not be any more presentable!
He could not help frowning. "What are you making such a fuss about? Have you no sense of decorum?"
The Daoist who had come running waved his hands, trying to speak. Yet in his urgency, he was so flustered that he could not get the words out. Seeing Liu Zhan's expression darken, he had no choice but to point at the side hall. "Look—look!"
That was simple enough to understand. He wanted Liu Zhan to go take a look.
Liu Zhan had no idea what the man was up to and casually looked over. The instant he did, he froze in shock.
The hall doors stood wide open, and the statue inside could be seen from here. Yet there was something wrong with it; it seemed to be shrouded in a layer of red radiance.
"Could this be the refraction Prince Dai spoke of?" Liu Zhan could not help taking another two steps forward. Just then, the statue in the hall gave off a hum, erupting with crimson rosy light!
"This!"
Forget ordinary Daoists—even Liu Zhan was left gaping in astonishment. Could this be a deity revealing its presence? That was Liu Zhan's first thought.
Yet the light lasted only a few seconds before vanishing. Liu Zhan strode forward, came close, and examined it carefully.
The hall was relatively dim. The soot-blackened statue stood motionless, as though the rosy light just now had been no more than an illusion. No matter how he looked at it now, the statue before him was no different from usual.
Liu Zhan