As they walked through the corridors of the Mystic Realm, Tian Ling and Zhurge passed by a modest yet imposing Taoist temple. The walls were adorned with ancient symbols, and a serene aura emanated from the place, enveloping them in tranquility.
"I almost forgot to mention," Tian Ling said calmly, pausing briefly and pointing toward the temple. "This Taoist temple is where my first disciple, Lin Feng, resides. He is currently in seclusion and temporarily forbidden from leaving. When you meet him, I hope the two of you will get along."
Zhurge maintained a neutral expression, but his thoughts were racing. Why do I feel something so familiar in this small temple? What is it? he wondered silently. Unconsciously, he sensed the presence of the dragon race. Although he wasn't entirely sure what it was, he would never forget that distinctive sensation.