Wei Xiyue saw the three little ones squeezing into the box.
Wei Xiyue thought for a moment, hugged her walnut jar, and crawled in.
The two brothers came out after changing their appearance and got into the carriage.
In the past, the two brothers would definitely have sensed that a few little fellows were hiding in the box.
However, the two of them had taken the poisonous pills and their five senses had become less sensitive. Now was the time when their consciousness was a little chaotic.
The carriage drove all the way to the Holy Maiden Temple.
Wei Ting took out Uncle Han's token at his waist.
Uncle Han had sent goods to the Holy Maiden Temple for so many years, but nothing had ever gone wrong. The Holy Maiden Temple did not suspect anything and let the carriage go.
Although Uncle Han was an outer sect deacon of the Holy Maiden Temple, he could not walk around the Holy Maiden Temple casually.
