Great Pudu Temple, at the top of the Buddha Tower.
The eaves' tiles clinked with the crisp sound of rain, much like wind chimes shaking, and the unceasing lines of rain swept in every direction. The young monk standing at the highest point of the Buddha Tower, his hands clasped behind him as he stood before the railing, was shrouded in a faint golden light, as if his face were also gilded with a layer of gold.
"Elder Uncle, will they really be able to make it here?"
Behind the young monk, the innocent and curious voice of a little monk sounded.
