Liang Jiayi's eyes turned red.
"Qingfeng senior brother, I am Liang Jialong's younger sister."
As soon as Liang Jialong was mentioned, the Taoist was startled.
"You are junior brother Jialong's younger sister? Please, come in."
The Taoist opened the grand door, babbling on.
"After the incident with junior brother Jialong, a few fellow disciples and I set up a spiritual tablet for him and placed it in the side hall for offerings."
"Since you're here, please go pay your respects."
Liang Jiayi, with tears brimming in her eyes, silently nodded her head.
In the side hall, Liang Jialong's spiritual tablet was displayed upon the altar, with a clear oil lamp as an offering.
An old Taoist was sitting cross-legged, his face a portrait of mournful solitude.
Qingfeng entered and helped the old Taoist to his feet.
"Master, the younger sister of junior brother Jialong has come to offer her respects."
The old Taoist slowly stood up, glanced at Liang Jiayi, and gave a respectful bow.
