A slightly plump monk with a kindly face, who looked to be in his fifties, came to a stop behind Qin Wuyou.
"Greetings, Master!"
Qin Wuyou greeted the Nameless Monk, expecting him to ask a few questions.
Instead, the monk merely gave Qin Wuyou a long, searching look, then turned and walked past him without another glance.
They returned to the Nameless Temple one after the other, and the Nameless Monk continued meditating in the dilapidated Buddhist hall.
Qin Wuyou surveyed the pitiful wreckage around him, quietly fetched some tools, and rebuilt the toppled courtyard wall.
By the time he had tidied everything up, sweat poured off him, soaking his clothes through.
Fortunately, there was a hot spring shrouded in mist year-round in the hills behind the Nameless Temple. Soaking there was Qin Wuyou's favorite way to spend his free time.
After a while, he discovered that the spring could actually accelerate his cultivation.
Before long, he noticed earth-shaking changes in his body.
After all, when the Nameless Monk had picked him up from the bottom of the cliff, he had been barely clinging to life.
By a stroke of luck, he had stumbled upon this hot spring suffused with spiritual energy.
The pool was not particularly large. It was oval, divided into two halves down the middle.
One half was milky white, giving off a penetrating, icy chill.
The other half was crimson, radiating scorching heat.
Yet where the two met, there was a gentle warmth.
A single hot spring held three starkly different extremes. Though fire and water should have been utterly incompatible, they rested peacefully on their respective sides.
"What an interesting place!"
At first, Qin Wuyou had been intensely curious and tried to mix the two kinds of spring water together. Eventually, however, he discovered that