At the end of the stone steps was a wooden temple that seemed quite old. The temple was exceptionally dilapidated, with sunlight streaming directly through the tattered roof into the interior.
The deity statue once worshipped had been completely destroyed, and its fierce and terrifying head lay there, isolated on the ground.
Kneeling next to the head of the deity statue was a person clad in a long, cyan-grey robe with long hair draped over them.
The hair was black and straight, meticulously tidy without a hint of disarray, and a somewhat worn Treasured Sword lay by their side.
The moment Lin Fang saw him, it was as if he saw a Treasured Sword filled with eerie power, with a dense killing intent pervading the temple.
"You should not have come!" The voice was light yet somewhat melodious and pleasant, belonging to a woman who seemed to be enduring something with great effort.
Lin Fang did not respond but instead glanced at the White Ape beside him.
