Lord Yellow Mountain's ruined temple has become even more dilapidated.
Three of the four walls have collapsed.
Half of the roof has caved in, letting in wind and rain.
The clay statue inside has broken in half, the offering table is gone, and there are no offerings at all, not even any stale mantou to eat.
There are even quite a few bloodstains on the ground.
Mo Hua felt a chill in his heart.
"Lord Yellow Mountain... could he be gone?"
Mo Hua entered the Divine Temple, released his Divine Sense, and before he could look carefully, he saw Lord Yellow Mountain slowly rise from half of the clay statue and bow to Mo Hua:
"Little friend, long time no see."
Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Mountain Lord, are you alright?"
Lord Yellow Mountain's face looked pale, "I'm alright."
