A thick layer of black clouds pressed down upon the sky over Chun Bo Temple.
Chen Yi's face appeared obscured and uncertain beneath the oppressive gloom.
Yin Tingxue glanced at him, feeling a surge of unease in her heart.
She shouldn't have come along, but Chen Yi couldn't rest assured leaving her behind as his family. If the Lin Mansion seized the opportunity to retaliate while he was at Chun Bo Temple, then even the West Factory would be unsafe.
"Such a dark sky… What's happening?"
On horseback, Yin Tingxue asked anxiously.
"If I'm not mistaken… it's the Tushan Clan."
Chen Yi gazed at the black clouds, his voice low.
The three Great Demons of the Praying Place—Deng Ai, the Vicious Flood Dragon, and the Donkey-headed Crown Prince—even combined, were unworthy of comparison.
