Amidst the vibrant tapestry of Qingyun city's streets, two strange figures stood out conspicuously. Clothed in minimal attire and bearing bald heads, they were an oddity that piqued the curiosity of many passersby.
"Senior Shen, are you certain we're on the right path?" He Ming's voice held a tinge of uncertainty as he queried his companion.
Lian Shen shook his head, his bald scalp reflecting the sunlight. "I lost the trail of that ominous presence, but I can't forget the sheer intensity of it just a few hours ago. It pulled us in this direction."
He Ming contemplated their predicament. "We've ventured deep into the heart of the human settlement. Should we persist?"
Lian Shen's piercing gaze scanned the surroundings before he responded with unwavering resolve, "No matter the odds, the temple has sworn an oath to cleanse the world of evil spirits. We must uncover the source of that wicked energy and seal it."
