Shen Qing lifted his head leisurely and saw the majestic mountain peaks standing tall amidst the clouds.
At the peaks, yellow clouds swirled around like golden silk, with rays of light bursting from the gaps in the clouds, casting a brilliant golden sheen over each peak, dazzling and stunning.
At the foot of the mountain, numerous believers with yellow cloths wrapped around their arms knelt devoutly. Each of them had a solemn expression, making the otherwise ordinary square appear particularly solemn.
Incense smoke curled, reaching its peak.
Wisps of smoke slowly rose towards the unreachable sky, intertwining with the light from the clouds and the yellow clouds atop the mountains, almost giving an impression of divine aura.
Shen Qing gently stroked the Hundred Treasure Pouch at his waist and took out a seemingly ordinary mirror.
