Temple Priest Li intended to kill his way around the town in a circle.
Xu Feng had no way to stop him, nor any reason to. He glanced at the Affinity Panel, afraid that once Temple Priest Li got a taste for killing, he might dispose of him too.
Fortunately, Grandpa Li's affinity toward him had risen by another heart.
For now, there was no sign he intended to attack him.
Night fell.
Master woke up as well.
This time, it was Temple Priest Li—Grandpa Li—who came to comfort Master, saying that life was unpredictable.
The sun had barely set when Mr. Li set the great urn on fire without even erecting a ritual altar. Voices rose from within, some wraiths sounding like children, others like young adults, but Mr. Li turned a deaf ear.
They only made him angrier.
Master and Xu Feng stood aside and watched the blaze. In the end, the urn's contents became a wisp of black smoke and vanished.
After burning the remains, Mr. Li took Xu Feng to the main hall of the Three Matron Temple.
He loosened his headdress, then took a piece of cloth and wrapped it around his head and face.
He had no face to show the gods.
With his hair hanging loose, he took on the appearance of a wild man.
Only then did he gather a great many materials and go to a room in the first courtyard. He motioned for Xu Feng to sit with him but said nothing. After a while, Xu Feng nearly fell asleep and had to find something to say.
"Grandpa Li, what are we doing?" Xu Feng asked.
"Waiting for a carriage to take us there," Mr. Li said. "Just close your eyes and wait. I'll wake you when we arrive."
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