A fairly clear voice rang out.
Zhang Yuan followed the voice and looked toward the entrance of the ruined temple ahead.
The speaker was a young man in clean robes of fine fabric. His manner of speaking carried a certain refinement as well; he looked like the scion of a wealthy family.
Inside the temple behind him, firelight flickered, casting several silhouettes. There were others besides the young man.
Someone's here.
Zhang Yuan's eyes shifted slightly.
During his descent, he had sensed no one inside the temple-not even the vital signs of a living being.
Someone had suddenly appeared here in these desolate mountains. Could this young man and the people inside be spirits in disguise, trying to lure him into the temple and eat him?
Perhaps I should strike first and have the [Primordial Form-Converging Sword] cut them all down...
"Brother? Brother?"
Seeing no response from Zhang Yuan, the young man called out again.
Zhang Yuan scrutinized him. He sensed no demonic aura on the young man, who seemed to be a genuine living person. Setting aside the idea of slaughtering them all, he looked up at the night sky, thick with dark clouds.
It's going to rain.
In its current state, his body truly could not endure another soaking. He needed somewhere to shelter from the rain.
"Thank you."
Zhang Yuan's face remained expressionless, his tone somewhat cool as he walked toward the ruined temple's entrance.
"No need for thanks. We haven't been here long ourselves. Make yourself comfortable, brother."
Seeing that Zhang Yuan had finally said something civil, the young man let out a small breath of relief. He entered the ruined temple first, clearing the doorway for Zhang Yuan.
Zhang Yuan stepped inside and took in the scene.
A fire burned beneath the temple's divine statue.