Before the Hidden Dragon Temple courtyard.
Under the jujube tree.
Yi Chen sat sipping tea at a square table, while Chief Zhang perched on half a stool.
"Master, I've taken care of everything,"
"The incident at the Lingfeng Temple was attributed to a passing evil spirit, with heavy casualties. Some survivors couldn't bear the shock and chose to commit suicide."
"As for the bodies of the deceased, the government has provided the best 'sandalwood' coffins for burial, with the funds advanced by the government and later deducted from the assets such as the land and fields sold by Lingfeng Temple."
"About the proceeds from those sales, Master, what do you think should be done with the money?" Chief Zhang carefully asked.
