Outside, the cold wind whistled incessantly, except for Lingdang and Sun Jiubei, the other three all shivered in their own unique ways.
They had been living here for some time now, yet the wind outside was still unbearable.
Whoo...
Inside the hall, a wisp of yellow wind spun around, forming a human shape.
It was none other than Song Yin.
He appeared within the hall, his gaze steady. He walked slowly to where the statue of Jin Guang's fleshly body was placed, took three incense sticks, flicked his fingers, and the tips of the incense lit up. He bowed respectfully and inserted the incense into the burner before stepping outside.
"We pay respects to Big Senior Brother!" The others bowed and saluted together in unison.
