Ye Hanjun apologized as he walked.
Zi remained silent, leading the way.
He didn't take Ye Hanjun into the village, but instead took a turn and circled around to the back of the village.
"Whoosh~~~"
Behind the village was a stream, and upstream was an ancient temple.
The temple looked ancient, with eaves that had been repaired countless times. Its pallor devoid of any sign of life.
"Let her stand inside the temple."
As Zi spoke, he pushed open the wooden door of the temple.
At the edge of his ears, a creaky sound echoed, as if the whispers of spirits.
Aegifura stared into the pitch-black doorway, rooted in place, refusing to budge.
"Village chief, may I know the reason?"
Ye Hanjun too, worried about potential dangers, cautiously asked.
Aegifura was frail and not a Holy Spirit. If an unexpected attack came, he feared he wouldn't be able to rescue her in time.
Zi, wooden, expressionless, kept looking and, after a while, finally answered:
