The rain poured down in buckets, and the night was dark as ink, yet someone was leisurely strolling about the run-down temple!

This unusual, unsettling scene immediately put Uncle Yong and the other guards on edge. They readied their weapons, instantly on high alert.

As the figure drew near, Su Yi and the others finally saw their appearance clearly.

He was a man in cloud-patterned long boots, his eyebrows dark as ink and his hair bound up in a crest. He had a straight nose and held a folding fan.

He was handsome, his jade robes tight-cut and form-fitting, like a dandy young nobleman. Every inch of him emanated elegance. 

The uniformed girl was stunned. She muttered subconsciously, “That guy’s really pretty!”

Using the word “pretty” to describe a man seemed a bit inappropriate, but she couldn’t think of a better way to describe him.

“Careful, Miss. Whoever he is, he’s not simple.” Uncle Yong reacted as if a powerful foe had arrived. His expression went solemn, his gaze sharp as a knife. He stared intently at the elegant young lord drawing closer and closer to the hall.

“This is an abandoned temple in the wilderness, a place where ghosts run rampant. You’d best go back from whence you came, Young Lord. Otherwise, don’t blame us for...