Hearing these words, a heaviness couldn't help but sink into Li Chen's heart. Li Yang stood there motionless, but beneath the mask, there was a sneer.
Li Chen had long investigated the group in Linchuan thoroughly, so, as a precautionary measure, he had already bribed the water carriers. The water was filled with a liquid that could react chemically with the incense smoke.
At this moment, the wind was gently blowing, seeming to grow stronger, and the incense stick within the temple burned along with the wind.
By now, it had burned halfway through.
The monks continued to chant scriptures, oblivious to what was happening outside.
