The Sorrowmender

PAID Chapter 129

"Master, we're leaving. This temple won't collapse, will it?"

"As long as there are people in Qingcheng, this temple won't fall."

"But if Master leaves, won't the temple lose its spirit? Will they still believe?"

"There are countless temples under the heavens. As long as there are people, there will be incense offerings. When has Qing Mountain Temple ever truly had a Buddha? When have those who burn incense and worship Buddha ever been few? Whether I'm here or not makes no difference."

"Alright then—"

They packed their bags lightly and set off down the quiet mountain path.

Xu Qingzhou was still dressed in white, his hair tied high, a scroll tucked at his waist, full of youthful spirit yet retaining an air of elegance.

He walked at the front.

Little Wuyou also wore a white silk dress, graceful and poised.

Though only ten years old and not fully developed, she was slender and tall, looking like a young lady from afar. Her two braids were thick and long, hanging down to her waist, resting on the Qingfeng Flute.

She walked by his side.

Behind them, Xiaobai wore a white outfit, her white hair casually draped over her shoulders. At seventeen, she had long shed her childishness.

She had a fresh appearance, bright eyes.

Her skin was snow-white, her posture proud, her clear eyes lively, exuding an ethereal aura.

Truly: Amidst the crowd, she stands out, while the colors of the world seem like dust.

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