He waited for several more hours. The sky was dark, red as fire and the golden sunlight was glittering everywhere. The sun had fallen low in the sky. However, An Guoxie hadn't been here once. The horse bandit grew more anxious and had inkling that something might be wrong.
He stepped backwards into the shop and left from the back door. But he had changed his clothes to look like a typical desert tramp, with white clothes and headdress.
He quickly walked through the town, rounded the small lake, and finally arrived at the area where the original palace lay. Then, he entered the temple as An Guoxie had last night.
Upon entering the temple, his heart quickly sank. Though it had been a long time, the slight smell of blood and an uncomfortable but unexplainable stench still hung in the air.
