Linggu Temple looked exceptionally deep and secluded in the morning mist. Master Xuanku's gaze lingered for a moment on the jade pendant at Zhao Min's waist, and his monk's staff suddenly tapped lightly against the ground. "Follow me."
Passing through several courtyards, the master led us to a meditation room behind the Scripture Pavilion. The room's furnishings were simple, save for a bronze astrolabe resting on a sandalwood table, almost identical to the one Han Ling'er carried.
"Thirty years..." The master's withered fingers brushed the edge of the astrolabe. "This old monk thought I would never see the 'Eye of Time' reappear in the mortal world."
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