"Is it raining?"
As they walked, Wuxin held out his hand and watched raindrops fall one by one into his palm. Looking up, he saw a ruined temple in the distance. After thinking for a moment, he headed toward it step by step.
His cultivation had reached a critical juncture. This was the time to temper his heart amid the mortal world—to pass through its dust without being stained by it. If he succeeded, he would forge a Buddhist heart of utmost purity.
It was the same principle as Jian Unrivaled's sword heart.
This was the crucial moment of his tempering in the mortal world, yet Ji Ruxue had suddenly barged in. That was why Wuxin said she was pushing him step by step into a pit of fire.
If he gave up halfway, he would immediately be devoured by his inner demons. Every step had to be taken with the utmost caution—it was terrifyingly dangerous.
"A ruined temple? Going into a ruined temple in the dead of night—no matter how you look at it, this isn't simple."
Watching Wuxin walk toward the ruined temple, Ji Ruxue shuddered all over, feeling a little frightened.
She had heard the little stories before: if you came across a ruined temple in the dead of night, never go inside, or you might very well meet an unnatural death.
But as she watched Wuxin walk toward the ruined temple step by step, in the end, great love conquered fear. Ji Ruxue hurried after Wuxin, and the two entered the ruined temple together.
The moment she entered the ruined temple, Ji Ruxue was dumbfounded, her whole body even trembling slightly. Inside sat an old Daoist in tattered robes. The old Daoist could barely open his eyes, and only a few teeth remained in his mouth.