The temple that head priest Tang was in was at the top of a long, seemingly endless flight of stairs that ended in a beautiful and intricate temple.
At night however, the beautiful temple that housed gods, looked like a ghost filled place.
The moonlight caught in the leaves of the trees casted strange and long shadows throughout the abandoned looking temple. Not a single one of the countless lamps that lined the stairs were lit. The only sounds were the rusting of leaves.
Prime minister Bai couldn't tell what exactly was causing the sounds but decided to assume that it was the wind. Overthinking these things could only cause anxiety and anxiety never helped anyone. Prime minister Bai knew that very well.
Or should I say, Mr. Bai.
Actually, no. Once a prime minister, always a prime minister.
