After a violent crashing sound erupted from the wine cellar, a tear-shattering roar followed. The peaceful and serene morning of Jincan Temple was shattered just like that.
Inside the vast wine cellar, Zixiu stood alone in front of a pile of shattered wine jars, looking dazed and bewildered. His roar had failed to summon Mowen, but instead awakened the image of Abbot Faxin's final moments, which had remained hidden deep within his mind.
It seemed that the strange occurrences Kaijie had spoken of were all true. He pondered this to himself.
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