Baiyu was sitting in the side room cultivating when, in the originally pitch-black and silent night, he was suddenly interrupted by strange noises. It was a low, faint tearing sound, as if someone were incessantly ripping something apart.
Baiyu furrowed his brow.
This place was exceedingly strange, and even the slightest unusual sound warranted vigilance, never allowing for carelessness.
He opened the door and followed the direction of the sound, unexpectedly arriving at the main hall of the Temple.
Yet the entire main hall was plunged into darkness, not even a single candle lit. Clearly, earlier the monk said he would be here transcribing scriptures. But in such a dark environment, it hardly seemed like he was doing that.
Baiyu cautiously raised his alertness, quietly feeling for his large sword.
