Martial God Temple.
When Wu Liangchen arrived, Yan Hao had just laid Dong Zhenlei's body before the divine statue in the main hall.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Yan Hao didn't turn around. Instead, he looked up at the tall, majestic statue, his eyes shimmering as he was lost in thought.
Wu Liangchen stopped and also looked up at the statue.
It was a sculpture of a man in armor. The craftsmanship was exquisite, perfectly capturing the man's imposing, domineering aura.
Just then, Yan Hao spoke, his voice light. "This is the founding emperor of Great Yan, Yan Shu. It's been over three hundred years since his time."
After speaking, he turned to Wu Liangchen, a strange expression on his face.
"Are you a bit puzzled as to why I'm telling you all this?"
Wu Liangchen was silent for a moment, then nodded.
