She crossed the threshold and entered the great hall.
The moment she saw the furnishings inside, she was slightly dazed. It was simple beyond imagination.
She had imagined Erlang Shen's divine hall to be imposing and extraordinary, with its altar and ceremonial guard all in place, and surely resplendent in gold and jade. Yet all her eyes saw was simplicity and plainness. Other than being large enough, it carried an air of steadfast severity and killing intent amid its austerity.
The Howling Celestial Dog found a spot beside the door and lay down.
Flames burned in a crudely made brazier, illuminating the divine hall.
A broad, heavy wooden table stood in the center. Armor rested on an iron rack to the left, and a weapon rack stood to the right.
The Erlang Shen before them differed from the images in mortal temples and murals. The vertical eye on his forehead was half-closed, his hair knot meticulously arranged. He wore plain everyday clothes and held a brush as he wrote on official documents. When he finished, he placed the brush upon a fierce tiger-shaped brush rest on the desk.
He raised his head and looked toward Bai Yujun at the entrance.
The Bai Yujun who had just entered felt Erlang Shen's vast divine might, yet she no longer felt the fear she once had.
She still remembered how, back then, his divine might had crushed her until she could barely breathe. Now, it felt like a breeze brushing across her face.
She walked forward a few steps, her dragon tail sliding over the threshold behind her.
The carefree monkey and the tense Zhang Xiaoyuan followed her inside, and they too froze briefly. Perhaps they had not expected the divine hall of Heaven's god of war to be so ordinary, far less