When Jiang Lang walked up to the gates of Great Autumn Temple, he found it quite lively inside. A glance from afar revealed soldiers standing guard, with ordinary worshippers confined to one side and barred from venturing farther in.
There was no need to ask. Some prince or noble must have come to offer sacrifices for the New Year. But Jiang Lang had not come looking for monks, much less to worship the Bodhisattvas in the temple.
He had to admit that Great Autumn Temple truly drew a great many worshippers. Despite the early hour and bitter cold, people still streamed in and out without pause, and the scent of incense filled every corner.
Jiang Lang stood in an open area of the temple's front courtyard and surveyed his surroundings. He could faintly sense a trace of lingering dragon qi, undoubtedly left by that little white dragon. Yet the thick incense obscured it, almost as though it had dulled his sense of smell.
His arrival also attracted some attention. Naturally, no one had seen through his identity as a Dragon King. Rather, his attire and distinctive bearing marked him as someone extraordinary. His handsome features only added to that impression, drawing repeated backward glances from many worshippers.
Though worshippers and monks passed in great numbers, Jiang Lang only stepped forward to stop someone when a lean, elderly monk walked by. This monk's aura differed from that of the others; he possessed genuine cultivation.
"Master, may I ask where the little white dragon in your temple is now? Please take me to see him."
The monk had merely been passing through. When Jiang Lang addressed him, he had been ready to offer directions or assistance. But once he understood the question, his eyes widened slightly, his pupils dilating a little before