If a master of thievery were to use hidden weapons, they would undoubtedly be extraordinarily powerful. I must not be careless on this journey.
Finally.
A hazy light appeared ahead, and a Daoist temple vaguely came into view. With an area of about five hundred square meters, it was considered a medium-sized temple.
The three men approached and scaled the wall to survey the temple interior. They saw that the main hall was closed with dim lights inside, but there was no sound or movement.
"Hmm?"
Xiao Zheng paused, his mind momentarily blank. Had everyone already gone to sleep? Why hadn't they extinguished the lights?
"Long Qie, go and check it out!"
"All right, Brother Xiao!" With a few leaps, Long Qie landed in the courtyard, crouched down, and headed towards the main hall.
"Ptui!"
Long Qie spat out saliva and punctured the paper window. There was nobody inside the main hall; only two candle flames flickered eerily.
Could it be that the people here had really gone to rest?
