The Shuntian Lady Temple still stood in the same place, its incense offerings never ceasing. Despite several renovations over the years, it seemed much as it had always been.
Qi Zhongbin returned to the temple and took a look around. Even in the afternoon, worshippers still thronged the grounds.
The belief that carrying on the family line ranked among a household's greatest concerns was deeply rooted in people's hearts, so the Shuntian Lady Temple never lacked people seeking divine aid.
This time, Qi Zhongbin set up no stall. He entered like any ordinary worshipper, wandered through the temple among the devotees and sightseers, and eventually reached the main hall.
Even the sightseers generally bought a few sticks of incense to show their respect, but Qi Zhongbin bought none.
He looked at the smaller divine statues beside Lady Shuntian's statue. One of them looked familiar no matter how he studied it, and a faint smile rose to his face.
After looking for a while, Qi Zhongbin turned and left the main hall. As he passed through the doorway, he glanced to one side, where an elderly woman was watching him with a frown.
But Qi Zhongbin merely nodded to her, then departed.
The elderly woman was Li Suping. Decades had passed, and the once middle-aged woman had grown frail with age, almost too old to manage her work in the temple.
"Granny, what are you looking at?"
A woman with her sleeves rolled up came over to support her. Only after watching Qi Zhongbin leave did Li Suping turn toward her.
"Nothing. I just thought that elderly gentleman looked a little familiar."
Meanwhile, at the Mo Residence, the household was still clearing away the remnants of the birthday banquet when Stoneborn returned. Tables and chairs were being put back, rooms swept