The Temple

They took to their flying swords the moment they felt a spike in resentful energy. But when Liu Sumeng and Yuan Xuelan arrived at the Wayward Wind Temple, it was already too late.

There were no more cries as they approached, only groaning sounds typical of the undead.

The main gate was left ajar.

"It looks like you are too late," Huo Tang huffed from her perch in the branches above. She took a glance at the temple from above the walls and saw the waddling corpses that dotted the place. A strange chill caught her off guard and she no longer felt safe in her little spot atop the tree.

Huo Tang flew back down and nestled in Liu Sumeng's robes.

"How does it look?"

"No powerful demonic spell afoot yet. Just the usual corpses, nothing too difficult for the likes of you…Though. Well, I'm not entirely certain but there might be something creepy inside."

"Creepy?"