Ichiro walked up the uphill, which led straight to the worn-out temple.
He took a few glances to the right and saw the three young men stealthily moving in the shadows.
He shook his head and was certain that this plan could only be successful if they were extremely lucky.
But he didn't care about that now. Instead, he wanted to meet with Shinu.
Ichiro felt strange ever since he met with Shinu and felt the Iron Style that had been carved on his bones acting strangely.
Soon, he reached the wooden steps, and when he was about to enter the temple, he was quickly stopped.
''What is your purpose here?'' A disciple with a green robes asked while blocking the entrance.
Ichiro was about to answer, but then a voice came from the temple.
''Young one, let him enter.'' The voice belonged to Shinu.
The disciple bowed respectfully towards the voice and stepped to the side.
