The speed-enhancing talisman worked quickly, and in just half an hour, the Yue Mountain Taoist Sect nestled within a valley came into view. Ling Tianyu had never been here before. To him, the city seemed small, but once he truly started walking through it, it felt vast.
The Taoist temple appeared extremely dilapidated, with some areas evidently neglected and on the verge of collapse.
It was barren of disciples. Ling Tianyu and Daoist Xuanji descended into the temple.
"Master." Inside the main hall of the Taoist temple, a middle-aged man dressed in a Taoist robe ran out. Despite being under sixty years old, it was clear he had taken some kind of elixir to preserve his appearance—though it was not the Stay-Young Pill, since Daoist Xuanji likely couldn't refine it. It must have been ordinary medicinal herbs.
"This is a friend of your master. Go prepare some tea," Daoist Xuanji ordered his only disciple.
"Yes." The man bowed respectfully, then turned and ran off to prepare tea.
