Jiangli frowned, "So there's nothing that can be done?"
"Right..." Xia Xin hung his head, dispirited, and sat down on the edge of the bed. More than anger, he felt helpless.
Jiangli knew nothing about these matters and was at a loss for words.
After pondering for a moment, she said, "It's no big deal not to run that kind of account. It doesn't matter."
Xia Xin said bitterly, "But... this kind of exposure to the public, with significant traffic, can attract more people to Jiaoyang Temple. Otherwise... it will be tough to get the name of Jiaoyang Temple out there."
In the past, Jiaoyang Temple indeed was the foremost of Xuanmen, a renowned spiritual Taoist Temple.
But that was all the glory of centuries past.
Now, hardly anyone knew of Jiaoyang Temple, the doors uncrowded, unvisited and unasked after.
If they couldn't make a breakthrough online, attracting pilgrims would be an uphill battle.
Jiangli thought about it, and it made sense.