Chapter 1340: Liang Guangfu
Beyond the San Francisco Mountains stood the ruins of an indigenous temple. Its architectural style was entirely different from Western temples. It had a trapezoidal base with a square shrine sitting at the very top.
At present, this ancient temple site had been converted by the Western Daoist Order into a temporary stronghold, gathering a considerable number of personnel.
Inside the temple were numerous murals recording the history and mythological legends of the indigenous people.
A man stood there holding a lantern, studying the murals while softly reciting a poem.
From Dongwu, I gaze toward Yuhang.
The sea of clouds in the distant skies, boundless and vague.
When shall merit be fulfilled and fame attained, so I may return home?
How I yearn to drink and laugh with you endlessly,
Without the need to speak of parting cups.
Such drinks lay in a different sorrow.
Tonight, I send you off under the cold light by the river pond.
Shedding tears, though bearing another name.