The morning sun showed itself for a while, then was quickly swallowed by the clouds.
Perhaps because it was too cold, the colors of the morning glow were rather pale and looked listless.
Zhao Layue walked to the edge of White City and looked back toward the North.
The Snowfield lay before her eyes, and Jing Jiu was inside it, yet she could not enter.
With her cultivation realm and strength, going would be useless. She would die before she could even pass through that cold mist.
At a time like this, she needed help, but the Green Mountain Sect would not allow her to enter and naturally would not help her, so she could only seek out that person.
Last night, Yuan Qijing had not wanted to bother with her, but she had directly exposed that matter, so he had still pointed her toward a path.
That path led to a temple.
There was only one temple in White City, and it was easy to find.
She reached the temple, expecting to see that person, but instead saw Guo Dong first, which surprised her somewhat.
Guo Dong sat on the threshold, lost in unknown thoughts.
A couplet hung on either side of the temple doors.
"Relieve suffering, relieve distress, save the people; seek Buddha, seek the Dao, seek yourself."
Perhaps the couplet held some deeper meaning, but Zhao Layue did not ponder it and walked into the temple.
As they passed each other, Guo Dong asked, "Have your injuries healed?"
Zhao Layue murmured an assent, walked up to the Golden Buddha, and narrowed her eyes.
Though the morning sunlight was dim, its reflection off the gold paint was still rather dazzling.
The Golden Buddha was plump, its belly bare, its smiling eyes slightly narrowed.
Her gaze fell on the