As Mi Li’s voice lowered, sobbing noises suddenly emerged all around them, as if something were crying.

Zu An’s expression changed. He quickly rushed over to the window to look outside. He saw overgrown weeds everywhere, and the wind was blowing so hard their giant leaves were swaying violently. Some of the wooden planks covering the dilapidated windows were rattling with noise.

“Ah Zu, I feel a bit cold.” Bi Linglong’s face was a bit too white. She subconsciously grabbed his hand. Her hand was ice-cold.

Zu An consoled her, “Don’t worry, it should just be the wind. This temple’s construction is pretty special too, with holes everywhere, so there’s bound to be such ghost whimpering voices when there’s wind.” Bi Linglong voiced her agreement, leaning against him and falling silent.

Zu An said to Mi Li, “Master empress, this doesn’t make any sense....