Under the trending hashtag #Floating Mist Temple opens tomorrow#, comments of every kind poured in.
[Aaaaaah, tomorrow! Tomorrow I can finally buy the sachet I've been dreaming of!]
[Damn it, I didn't get a ticket. I was only one second too late. I hate this!]
[Fine, I couldn't get tickets to my favorite idol's concert, but now I can't even get a high-speed rail ticket??? Does that make any sense?]
[Perfect sense. I work in esports and couldn't get one either, haha.]
[Could any of you girls up there who managed to get tickets bring one back for me? I want one too, sob.]
[There'll probably be a purchase limit, right? Otherwise, how could there possibly be enough? Everyone's going to go crazy buying them. Who wouldn't want something this good for their parents, grandparents, and kids?]
[Good point. That's exactly what I thought, so I bought high-speed rail tickets for my whole family in one go. We're planning a trip to Floating Mist Temple.]
[You could broaden your horizons a bit, actually. Taking a tour bus to Province Z works too.]
[Lesson learned.]
Some people remained firmly convinced that this was an IQ test and that anyone who wanted to visit Floating Mist Temple was an idiot.
[LOL, I can't believe so many people are fighting over tickets.]
[Let me write down all their usernames. When they're old, I'll sell them health supplements.]
[Let us in on the money too.]
Qi Gu returned to Floating Mist Temple and was handling the final preparations for its opening.
Thanks to Huang Hongyuan's tireless efforts, Floating Mist Temple was now a small Taoist temple that looked beautiful and elegant without losing its dignity. An exquisite marble gateway had also been erected at the entrance, and in front of it stood the