A solemn and majestic temple stood tall on the ground and atop the towering mountain.
The grand temple had perched atop the mountain for centuries. It showed signs of aging from years of wind and rain. Its intricate facade was adorned with beautifully carved beams that glowed from different angles.
The silver-glazed roof tiles shimmered under the sun and draped the entire structure in a colorful veil, making it shine brilliantly in the light.
The temple's outer walls were made of specially crafted bricks coated with a white material. I leaned in closer to inspect it. It wasn't plaster, but I couldn't tell what it was.
We followed Andy's earlier instruction and set down our belongings before we performed a special ritual in front of the temple under his lead.
A middle-aged woman appeared at the entrance at some point as we stood up. She held a willow broom with a cold and emotionless expression.
Her attire was unlike anything I had seen in modern times. It wasn't the clothes of a