Not to mention the storm in the Xiao Family's inner chambers, on this side, Lin Wanwan rode the crimson horse gallantly to the entrance of Ge Xian Temple. After waiting for a quarter of an hour, Kun Lun, with Qingyu on his shoulders, caught up, and about two hundred meters behind him, was the panting Hua Nong.
The mountain path leading to Ge Xian Temple wasn't built very wide, even the smallest of carriages couldn't easily pass through. To get there, you either had to ride a horse or walk, so normally there weren't many devout men and women who came here to pray.
Compared to yesterday's special bustling day of welcoming the God of Wealth, today was much quieter at the mountain gate.
Qingyu saw Lin Wanwan from afar and happily waved and shouted, "Mom! Mom!"
She really wanted to ride together with Lin Wanwan, but the latter dared not. She had only ridden a horse for two days in total, how could she dare to carry a child?
