At the height of noon, the little Taoist, Qing Hai, opened the large doors of the Taoist Temple, holding a long sword, braving the fierce sun outside, he huffed and puffed as he practiced his swordsmanship.
During his practice, this little Taoist would occasionally gaze longingly into the interior of the Taoist Temple.
The interior of this temple was like a different world compared to the outside.
Outside, the fierce Yang scorched the Earth, making people wish they could shed several layers of skin. Inside the Taoist Temple, however, it was cool and clear without a trace of scorching heat; only a refreshing breeze wafted back and forth as if it were another world.
Of course, this other world was off-limits to the little Taoist for the next six hours. His master had caught him being careless during sword training earlier and had punished him to practice outside for six hours. He could not enter the temple until he had completed the training.
