Su Ling'er let out a long sigh. The relief of surviving the close call left her tense nerves feeling almost numb.
She quickly composed herself, forcing a sweet, obedient smile onto her little face, which had been pale with fright.
She scurried out of Qingxu Hall with quick, short steps. But as she passed the few dust-covered bronze and wooden statues by the entrance, she couldn't help but feel that something was odd.
'Their positions seem a little different from before. Besides, the temple is abandoned and all the memorial tablets have been moved. Why would they leave just these statues behind?'
A flicker of strangeness passed through her mind, but she had no time to dwell on it. Outside the mountain gate, the figure she both respected and feared was waving at her with a smile.
