'Temple of White Jade— Bai Shijue, God of Prosperity.'
Bai Yunyu's jaw dropped once he saw the big writing. It wasn't even trying to be lowkey with a grandeur gate made out of white jade. The temple that had lots of ornaments made out of gold, showing how devoted the followers who worshipped this God called Bai were Shijue, God of Prosperity.
[Wow, who is this God of Prosperity again? The last time I remembered, I was a humble man who had to eat cup noodles for one week straight because I spent all my money buying Han Ye Gege a birthday gift and cake.]
[Pupa: Which he threw right on your face and stomped on your hard-earned birthday gift.]
[Hey! No need to rub the salt on my wound!]
Yunyu was still invisible as he climbed the stair with the rest of the worshippers. Of course, he wasn't exactly climbing. He was more of floating upwards slowly. Yunyu wanted to check the expression of the people.
