Sun Yourong's cheeks flushed faintly. "Let's go."
She stepped into the temple first.
"Quick, close the doors! Don't disturb Master Lu," the person in charge hurriedly ordered.
As the doors shut with a creak, Lu Chen and Sun Yourong walked side by side.
"If I'd known you were going to dress up so carefully, I'd have put in a little effort too."
Lu Chen smiled. "At least I would've worn a wig or something."
Sun Yourong looked a little shy and awkward. "Forget the wig—why aren't you even wearing ancient clothes?"
"Who says I'm not?" Lu Chen grinned and pulled down his jacket zipper. "Look! I specifically had Zeng Rou prepare this for me."
Underneath was a short leather jacket with a distinctly ancient style, exposing a broad swath of firm muscle across his chest.
Sun Yourong quickly turned her face away. "Enough, enough. Let's go."
The two quickened their pace and headed toward the Lunar Temple.
Unbeknownst to them, every movement they made had long been captured by the temple's omnipresent surveillance cameras.
East of the city, Wu family's elegant hall.
A massive screen displayed a live feed of Lu Chen and Sun Yourong.
"What exactly are these two trying to do? What kind of stunt are they pulling in a temple in the middle of the night?"
Inside the elegant hall.
Old Wu sat in the seat of honor.
Below him, on either side, sat Wu Jingzhi, Qin Guangshan, and Zhao Jiutang.
All of them watched the scene on the screen.
"Didn't Old Wu say it already? They came late at night to worship the Lunar Star Lord," Zhao Jiutang said gravely.
"How strange. I can understand the Sun family girl worshipping the Lunar Star Lord, but why is Lu Chen, a man, joining in? Isn't the