Even though the temple wasn't particularly large, the surroundings were serene and elegant, quite suitable for healing and nurturing one's nature.
"Uncle Qi, I'm back," Li Tianrong said as he pushed open the room's door on his own initiative.
Following Li Tianrong into the room, Liu Hun saw that all the windows were tightly shut. In the center stood a statue of a Buddha, surrounded by swirling sandalwood incense. A man in his sixties, with a face full of wrinkles, was sitting cross-legged on a felt mat. Hearing someone approaching, he slowly opened his eyes.
"Ah Rong, you're back. How did it go?" Uncle Qi asked, looking at Ah Rong.
"Ah! Those people still wouldn't acknowledge me, and they insulted me harshly. Thank goodness I met Mr. Liu, who brought me back." Li Tianrong introduced Liu Hun to Uncle Qi.
"Thank you, young man. Your kind heart will be rewarded," Uncle Qi said, his voice laden with vicissitudes, as if he had been through many stories.
