On the old, dilapidated plaque of the small temple were inscribed three worn-out characters: Wendao Temple.
Yang Chen stared at these three characters. Though weathered and mottled from the passing of time, with only faint outlines visible, they imparted a mysterious feeling.
It was as if he could see the person who originally inscribed these characters, standing on the cliff's edge, gazing at the bright moon, questioning what is the path, what is the heart.
This sense of searching high and low made Yang Chen also feel a desire to question his true self.
But Yang Chen quickly suppressed this feeling.
However, when Yang Chen turned to look at the others, he found that they were all staring at the plaque with puzzled expressions.
It seemed they were all drawn to the essence within these words.
At this moment, Yang Chen's doubts finally began to waver.
