In the dim and oppressive temple filled with the scent of sandalwood, Li Huowang stood in front of three clay statues, contemplating the question in his mind. "Is the voice reality or illusion?"
He had just entered the village and the Oblivion Path hadn't appeared; instead, he had confused himself.
As Li Huowang continued to ponder this question, the door was suddenly pushed open from the outside. The temple keeper with greying hair peeked out halfway with a lantern in hand, and the dim candlelight illuminated everything in the temple.
With the faint light from the lantern, he surveyed the interior of the Village Temple, paying special attention to the beams above.
However, after looking around, he didn't find a trace of anyone.
"Strange, no thieves, then how come the lock is broken?" After inspecting the area once more, the suspicious temple keeper took out a hemp rope and tightly wrapped it around the tiger head door handle.