The night was somber, the moon casting a thin layer of frost.
In the courtyard, ancient trees towered all around, and under the moonlight, mottled black shadows appeared on the walls.
The surroundings were deathly silent, seemingly devouring all sound; Li Yan could even clearly hear his own breathing. Around him, the statues of Buddha, the incense burners, and ancient trees all exuded a strange aura.
"Elder, I'm here!"
Li Yan's eyes were filled with vigilance as he called out loudly.
However, no one responded.
Li Yan squinted and glanced around, slowly drawing the Duan Chen Blade, pushing off with his feet to fly backward, leaving the courtyard of the Great Hall.
The situation before him was clearly not right.
Could it be a trap?
Why would Baotong Zen Temple do such a thing?
Li Yan was puzzled, but at this moment, he couldn't afford to think too much and chose to leave this dangerous place and reconsider later.
