Within the dilapidated temple, the place was dense with cobwebs.
A broken Buddha head had fallen to the ground, directly facing the temple's entrance.
The break was extremely rough, as if it had been swept off by a tremendous force.
The paint on the Buddha head and the statues inside had faded and dissolved, erasing any sense of compassion and instead conveying a fierce and terrifying appearance.
Yi Chen entered with a frown on his face.
At this time, seated to the left side of the temple's main hall was a girl in a red gauze dress with picturesque eyebrows and eyes. She wore a long sword at her waist, and the slit in her dress ran up to her thigh, revealing her creamy leg.
A tiny bell hung at her ankle.
A youthful face.
With great karmic ties.
Upon seeing Yi Chen enter, the girl in red seemed quite nervous, subtly shifting further inside without making a sound.
