For most people, staying in a temple would inspire a certain degree of reverence. Zhan Se was no exception. Seated in the Fasting Hall, immersed in the temple's atmosphere, the intermittent sounds of chanting and bell tolling filled her ears, evoking a sense of solemnity and sanctity.
However, she didn't expect that Lord Quan the Fourth, a man far from being free of worldly desires, felt much less awe for the temple than she did. Having swiftly finished his vegetarian meal, he instructed Iron Hand on the time and place to regroup later, then parted from the crowd. Taking Zhan Se by the hand, he led her to a quiet area in the back courtyard, thoroughly immersing themselves in their own private world.
