"We've arrived. This is it."
Nighttime.
Leuk San brought Yang Jian back to the front of that temple again.
Unlike during the day, the temple's doors were closed at night, and it was extremely silent, without a sound.
"It's too late, the temple is closed. When I came before, the temple doors were still open. They were closed not long ago, but there's an elder guarding the temple inside, holding an enamel tea cup, slightly hunched, with one eye." Leuk San said.
He explained some of the situation inside the temple.
"That person took down one of my paper figures. I think teaming up with you would be more reassuring. After all, we still have to deal with the Ghost Lake, and I don't want to waste too many paper figures here."
But as Leuk San was speaking, Yang Jian had already stepped forward and pushed open the heavy temple doors.
The doors creaked, making a sharp friction sound.
