Yang Fei didn't kill Yingzi, not out of mercy or because she was pretty, but simply because he forgot.
To Yang Fei, the powerful and mysterious aura within the temple was what he was truly seeking.
As for the others, they were nothing more than ants, whether to crush them underfoot or let them escape, he did not care.
Yang Fei had just broken into the temple when suddenly his vision went dark, and the sky turned gloomy.
Yang Fei knew that this wasn't only because there were no candles lit in the temple.
It was also due to the ominous aura inside the temple, which had become intense enough to block one's sensory perception.
Such strong killing intent!
Yang Fei was secretly surprised; such intense killing intent meant there was a formidable Divine Thought or Primordial Spirit.
Under the gray sky within the temple, an old man sat cross-legged on a meditation mat, dressed in a Martial Arts Uniform, with a serene expression.
