Chapter 250: The Jade Does Not Pass through the Hands

After the rain had stopped,

a warm ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds, sprinkling onto the damp ground.

The light filtered through the worn lattices of the Ancient Temple, casting spotted patterns upon everyone and bringing a hint of warmth.

Pushing open the squeaking door, they were greeted with fresh post-rain air mingled with the fragrance of earth and leaves, refreshing and uplifting to the spirit.

Looking up into the distance, the mountains were enshrouded in a veil of mist as fine as gauze. The trees, washed by the rain, appeared even greener and more vibrant as if revitalized with new life.

Chen Yun took a deep breath, filled with a complex mix of emotions.

He didn't know how to describe what had happened today.

When he touched the Garuda statue, there was always an inexplicable feeling, seemingly a faintly familiar sense that barely existed.

That strange sensation felt like an illusion.

But maybe it wasn't.