Night had completely fallen.
Two dim yellow lanterns lit up.
Each monk carried one, their faces wreathed in faint smiles.
They exchanged glances, and saw the joy in each other's eyes.
The area around White Branch Temple had become deserted. They couldn't find a single living soul.
Now that they were bringing a living person up the mountain, the abbot would surely be pleased.
Of course, neither of them was foolish enough to think Ye Kang was just an ordinary person. After all, anyone who dared come to White Branch Temple alone couldn't possibly be normal.
But they weren't afraid.
Whatever Ye Kang was, he was still just a young man fresh out of the gate.
How formidable could someone so young be?
Once he entered White Branch Temple, no matter how capable he was, he could only become the abbot's nourishment.
Perhaps they could even get a few scraps afterward. Just imagining the flesh and blood of a martial artist made their mouths water.
Humming a cheerful tune, the two led Ye Kang to a small hill.
It really was just a little hill, bare and barren, with barely even a few dead trees on it.
From afar, a dark temple stood atop the hill, giving off a faint glow from its fires.
Ye Kang felt no fear at all. He simply found it interesting.
The moment he set foot on the hill, he sensed boundless wickedness. The air was mixed with the stench of blood and rot, making him frown.
An evil temple sat here in plain sight, brazenly defying the imperial court and the Azure Scale Guard.
Perhaps they knew that the current situation was turbulent, with several Demon Lords wreaking havoc, and that was why they dared flaunt themselves so openly.
Ye Kang suddenly asked, "Little