In the Buddhist Temple, the sandalwood smoke rising from the incense burner had become once again straight from disarray.
Zhao Douan clasped his hands together, facing the Buddha statue with the devotion of a believer.
However, the Golden Crow Flying Dagger, which had suddenly flown back and circled around him twice before disappearing into his sleeve, indicated that not all who worship Buddha are believers; some may be killers.
"Thump thump..." Lady Lin felt her heart pounding as if she could hear the dull thumping from within her chest.
She slowly withdrew her hand and turned her stiff body back, her face, elegant and beautiful like an egg-shaped, was filled with disbelief and shock.
"You..."
She finally confirmed that the man praying devoutly before her had long plotted this.
And he harbored ill intentions towards her.
Why?
