Arriving at the riverbank, Tang Yi looked at the budding peach blossoms by the river and immediately furrowed his brows slightly, "They look similar, but not quite!"
Both banks of the river did indeed look very much like the peach blossom-filled riverbanks of Tang Yi's past two lives, but upon closer inspection, there seemed to be some differences.
Feeling some doubts, Tang Yi looked towards the middle-aged man who was pushing a cart with a small eunuch and asked, "Old brother, you seem to be a local. Do you know if there is a temple called 'White Fox Temple' nearby?"
"White Fox Temple?"
That middle-aged man pondered for a moment and shook his head, "This is a poor and remote area, surrounded by farmhouses, with no notable temples. The only rundown temple here is not called White Fox Temple!"
"Oh?"
Tang Yi was very disappointed.