"That place is too heavy with Yin energy," the middle-aged man said, frowning.
"But aren't there people sheltering from the rain inside? If they aren't afraid, we certainly don't need to be," the man in his thirties countered, dismissing the notion of it being a Yin-ridden place.
"Listen to your elder brother," the old man murmured without opening his eyes, his voice weak. He trusted his eldest son's judgment; if the place were truly unsafe, they wouldn't have stopped by the roadside.
Hearing his father speak, the man in his thirties said no more.
"You stay here with Father. I'll go to the back to make arrangements, then check that dilapidated temple to see who's inside and give them a heads-up." The middle-aged man said, preparing to dismount.
