Eastern Sky Ridge, Mysterious Wind Temple.
As the undisputed number one sect in Jiangcheng City, Mysterious Wind Temple enjoyed an exalted status, but it had never shut itself away from the world. Any worshippers willing to climb the long flight of stone steps up the mountain could enter the temple to offer incense.
Every day, young disciples of Mysterious Wind Temple received worshippers in the front hall. Particularly devoted fans of certain disciples would check ahead for the days when their favorites would be on duty, then compete to come offer incense.
The most popular was undoubtedly the adorable fairy, Li Flying Rosy Clouds. She usually greeted everyone with a smile and boundless enthusiasm, making them feel thoroughly appreciated.
Next was their foremost genius, Liu Yuanjun. He cultivated diligently and spent comparatively little time receiving worshippers, but whenever he appeared, crowds of young girls would come to support him, making the other male disciples especially envious.
That evening, after maintaining a fake smile all day, Liu Yuanjun rubbed his stiff cheeks and slowly headed toward the back of the mountain.
Mysterious Wind Temple was not large. Walking from the front of the mountain to the back took only a little over ten minutes, and disciples had always been forbidden from casually taking flight and disturbing the peace of this cultivation ground. The mountain wilderness stretched wide beside him, and a thin layer of pink sunset clouds lingered in the gathering night. The scenery was captivating.
The City Heroes' Battle was approaching. With today's work finished, Liu Yuanjun would no longer have to receive worshippers in the front hall. He felt that greeting people and seeing them off with an obliging smile was harder than arduous cultivation.
On his way back to his quarters, he suddenly caught sight of someone standing