The car, forced to stop mid-mountain and leaking gasoline, under the moonlight, its body which should be dazzlingly silver, displayed a dreaded ashen gray at that moment.
That evening's scene, Xu Lan Ya would be able to vividly recall for her entire life.
Standing high, Xu Lan Ya looked from her angle at the famously renowned Goddess Temple at Miaofeng Mountain, which stood according to the mountain's contours with its temple roofs undulating.
In its fourteen halls, it housed deities from Buddhism, Taoism, Confucianism, and the secular, having been the center of belief for populations through many dynasties. But at that moment, the Xu siblings felt that their faith had abandoned them.
Xu Bohao didn't notice the majestic structures above; his gaze first landed on the culprit that caused his car to halt — the car's cylinder was broken open, inexplicably; he didn't even know what had caused it. It was as if while driving through the mountains, the air was silently corroding it.
