"We're here!"
After fending off numerous demon beasts and malevolent spirits along the way, Baili Moxue, guided by the map within the jade slip, led Yun Yantian and his sister to an ancient, decrepit temple.
The sight before them exuded an air of profound antiquity.
The outer walls had long been reduced to mere sand and dust.
The courtyard was overgrown with wild grass, and the fragmented roof clung stubbornly to the broken structure, its tiles rattling eerily in the mountain winds.
In the cold night, the sound was haunting—like the whispered murmurs of countless specters, sending chills down their spines and raising the hairs on the back of their necks.
"Big Sister Baili, are you sure this is the place?" Yun Yanshuang asked, her curiosity piqued as she examined the dilapidated temple.
"The map points here. Let's go inside and take a closer look," Baili Moxue replied with a smile.
"Alright!"
