In the depths of the ancient city, in front of a temple devoted to many Buddha and Guanyin statues, a blue-haired youth dressed in white walked over from a distance.
This youth looked very different from those of Great Flame Country and should be from the north of the continent.
His skin was fair, his face handsome. Underneath his faint smile, there was a hint of arrogance and indifference deep in his eyes.
"I remember, in the south, such a place should be called a 'temple,' right? Truly a place exuding a mysterious aura!"
Sino looked at the distant main hall, smiled rather enchantedly, and then stepped up the stairs, walking into the square in front of the temple.
At the exact moment his right foot stepped onto the square, the eighteen Arhat statues on both sides of the square suddenly opened their large bell-like eyes.
