Chewing on the delicious grilled bear meat, Wang Chen glanced at the two people who had just entered.
Blocking the temple entrance was a bearded man, tall and powerfully built, dressed in a fitted blue-gray outfit.
His features were rugged, but his complexion was pallid. A bloody scar ran from the corner of his right eye all the way to his chin, the split flesh turned outward in a rather terrifying sight.
The bearded man's temples bulged high on both sides, revealing that his inner strength had reached great accomplishment.
The one he was protecting was a richly dressed youth of twelve or thirteen.
The youth timidly poked his head out from behind the bearded man. A trace of curiosity showed on his refined, handsome face.
The instant his gaze met Wang Chen's, he immediately drew back.
After getting a clear look at Wang Chen, the bearded man at once released the hilt of his short sword. Cupping his fists, he said in a deep voice, "Daoist, my young master and I are merely passing through and taking shelter from the rain. I hope you will accommodate us."
Though Wang Chen looked very young and was alone, the bearded man, rich in Jianghu experience, did not underestimate him in the slightest. His manner was exceptionally polite.
Wang Chen smiled. "I'm sheltering from the rain as well. Make yourselves at home."
"Many thanks, Daoist."
The bearded man shut the temple doors, then took the richly dressed youth by the hand and sat down in a corner of the main hall.
Keeping a certain distance from Wang Chen.
Both of them were soaked through. The richly dressed youth had barely sat down before he began to shiver.
The bearded man removed his pack and took out a fire starter.
He circled behind