Under the blanket of darkness, the temple grounds seemed to take on a more sinister quality. The night was eerily calm, and the moon cast its silvery glow over the ancient stone structures, casting long, twisted shadows on the ground. The air was cool and heavy with a sense of foreboding that seemed to linger, unshakable in the quiet hours.
Lee Min sat outside the temple entrance, her back pressed against the cold, moss-covered stone wall. She was waiting for Lü Bu to emerge from the temple, her heart pounding in anticipation. The rustling leaves of the nearby trees whispered secret messages to one another, while the occasional hoot of an owl punctuated the silence.
