The night was dark with the moon high, the mountains were pitch black with almost no light at all. The gullies and pits on the ground couldn't be seen, and one might easily sprain an ankle, tumbling over.
Fortunately, Tang Tong had learned a bit of skill in these nine years, so his arithmetic wasn't too bad. With the help of the fire stick and the sword light of Qingshuang, the two of them finally found an old dilapidated temple.
Tie Dan held up Qingshuang, the blade glimmering with a clear radiance, shining into the old temple.
The clay idols on the shrine had long been smashed, and the plaques and peach talismans in the temple were all chopped and burned as firewood. It was hard to see whether it was the Mountain God Temple or the Land God Temple.
But judging by the structure of the hall, it was ultimately where the Demon Palace had granted a decree to the Guardian Spirit of Qian Country, number one on the Divine List back in the day.
