This was the largest City God temple in Maple City. In days past, no matter the hour, incense offerings had always flourished here, with people coming and going.
Today, however, it was extraordinarily quiet, its red paint and blue-green tiles like a motionless painting.
Beyond the temple entrance lay a courtyard compound two sections deep.
The boy carrying the basket walked along the flagstone path beneath the shade of the trees, the surrounding silence making him wary.
It was simply too quiet, so quiet that it was out of the ordinary.
Not even the chirping of insects or the calls of birds could be heard, lending a trace of eeriness to this temple that should have been bustling.
The boy walked cautiously along the flagstone path, his expression growing grave.
Because another set of footsteps had appeared on the path!
Something was following behind him!
The boy tightened his grip on the basket. The footsteps behind him grew clearer and clearer, until they were almost right at his heels.
His expression darkened. He abruptly turned, raised his hand, and hurled the basket behind him.
Bai Feiyu easily caught the basket and looked at the boy in bewilderment. "What are you throwing things for, out of the blue?"
"I'm warning you, I'm not made of dough for you to knead! Don't get any ideas about me! You look all respectable, but who would've thought you were a child trafficker!" The boy unleashed a barrage at Bai Feiyu, leaving him utterly baffled.
"Wait, me? A child trafficker?" Bai Feiyu pointed at himself, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and questioned the boy.
"If you're not a child trafficker, why are you following me?" the boy asked coldly, watching the man before him warily.
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