The stone statue began to crack apart.
Ye Jinghong grabbed me and pulled me back.
The black dog looked utterly bewildered, but it quickly came to its senses and retreated behind us.
"What exactly is going on?" Ye Jinghong asked. I shook my head. I did not know how to explain it either. Back then, it was as if I had been possessed. I felt some kind of magic compelling me to do it, and I could not even refuse.
Ye Jinghong looked at the black dog again. "Are you sure you touched it?"
The black dog nodded vigorously. "I'm sure. But after I touched it, I was only plagued by bad luck. It wasn't like this."
We all watched the stone statue as fragments of cracked stone fell away.
Then, a person appeared.
A breathtakingly beautiful woman.
She wore strange clothing, the kind of ceremonial robes a priestess would wear.
I had always imagined the High Priest to be an old woman. I had never expected her to be such a beautiful woman, with skin as white as snow and long black hair draped over her shoulders.
She gave off an extremely cold impression.
Her gaze swept over us before finally settling on me.
"You carry the aura of an old acquaintance." Her voice was cold as well.
I said, "You are the High Priest?"
"That's right. High Priest Huan Die." She looked proud and aloof.
Ye Jinghong tugged at my sleeve. "Let's go."
But Huan Die said, "Where are you going?"
Ye Jinghong replied, "Where we go seems to have nothing to do with you, does it?"
"You naturally have nothing to do with me. I will not stop you if you wish to leave, but he must stay." Huan Die pointed at me.
Ye Jinghong frowned. "Why?"