When the endless lightning had ceased,
the dark clouds that had enveloped Xi'an for two days finally began to dissipate quickly.
The entire city started to rejuvenate once more.
However, the distressed Qing Yuan did not return to the dormitory; after asking for leave from school, he directly took a car to his family's Daoist temple outside the city.
Walking on the somewhat wet mountain path, Qing Yuan returned to the temple without uttering a word.
His master did not inquire about the reason for his leave but simply let him have some quiet time in his room.
During the evening class, Qing Yuan's mind was inevitably restless.
And he couldn't see the teacher who appeared every evening at the thatched cottage reciting scriptures.
Immediately, he felt a bit worried, mixed with the complex emotions from the extraordinary incident earlier.
For over a decade,
the master had never missed an evening class.
Qing Yuan then went to his master's residence.
