The wind at the third watch of the Xu hour carried an autumn chill as Gu Qinghuan’s embroidered shoes crushed the wild mugwort before the deserted temple, the dew soaking through the tips of her shoes.
She gazed at the mottled red lacquer of the temple doors, her left hand pressing against the talisman pouch at her waist—inside lay the memory talisman paper that Pi Yanlin had extracted last night using the "Residual Soul Shadow-Condensing Technique," the corners of the paper still retaining the warmth of his fingertips.
Faint rustling noises came from within the temple, like someone fingering old objects.
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