Water is Virtuous

The Daoist's eyes were not especially striking. They were not like Xin Qubing's eyes, eyes that experienced vicissitudes of life.

He had the elegant demeanor of a celestial, yet it could not rival that of Mister Su. However, Shen Lian's subconscious told him that the Daoist was unpredictable and mysterious. He even felt like worshipping him. 

He closed his eyes as the ray shone on him.

Shen Lian could feel a stream of heat traveling through his meridians and headed for his Ancestral Cavity.

On the bier, the statue of the deity appeared quietly. The stream of heat seemed to be frightened by its presence and left without a trace.

Before Shen Lian could give further thoughts to it, an invisible force pushed him toward the edge of the hall. The force sent him crushing onto the pillar.