章 495: The Story of Spring (II)

Zhishou Abbey was becoming more and more silent under the starlight, as if no one had visited it for countless years. The golden thatch fell along the roof, as if the starlight had become material. Prince Long Qing sat at a desk in front of a window and read the scrolls in front of him. He completely ignored the heavenly views around the Taoist temple. There was only desire for knowledge in his eyes. He seemed to be calm and focused, like the quiet lake in front of the window.