The silence that hung over the main hall table was unsettling. MingYu was sipping tea through his pursed lips, cursing from time to time whenever he burned his tongue on the hot liquid.
Yang Chen and XiangWei hadn't uttered a word since joining MingYu at the table. Both wore a deep blush as they shyly looked at each other from beneath their lashes. XiangWei was leaning over Yang Chen's shoulder, patting his eyes at the man.
What was with all this dog food piling up suddenly? MingYu ground his teeth. They were supposed to be on their way towards that cursed village, save ZhouYan. But here he was, still stuck in this godforsaken temple!
The sun was already at its peak and all three of them had made a silent agreement to stay put at least for one more day. All because PingZe hadn't emerged from his lair ever since the ghostly moans started!
