I sat on the wooden bed, ate some snacks, drank some water, and pasted several talismans around the room.
This way, whether it was the Japanese monks, Onmyoji, or those wandering souls outside, none of them would be able to sense my aura.
The long escape and battle had left me utterly exhausted.
So I leaned against the single bed and began to rest.
But I did not dare sleep too deeply. I kept waking with a start, after all, I was inside the Japanese monks' main stronghold, and the string in my heart remained taut.
It was not until dawn that I finally sat up from the bed.
I took a deep breath, looked at the sunlight streaming in through the window, practiced my breathing for a while, and prepared to leave.
My energy and strength had recovered considerably.
But before leaving, I had no intention of letting this temple off the hook.
Especially the room I had stayed in. I looked outside and found no one there.
The temple was fairly quiet as well. The group pursuing us presumably had not returned yet.
After confirming there was no one around, I directly set the building I had been staying in on fire.
The flames gradually grew larger and quickly engulfed the entire room.
Since the temple was primarily made of wooden buildings, as long as no one put it out, it would soon become an inferno and sweep through the whole temple.
After starting the fire, I began heading outside.
But just as I passed through a courtyard, I heard voices coming from a separate small courtyard nearby.
"Has there still been no word?"
"Elder, Lord Tengu is still tracking the Chinese Daoist and has not yet returned."
"That Chinese Daoist is too cunning..."
"..."
Because I could