At night, inside a dilapidated temple in the city of Jiaxing, a roaring bonfire was blazing. The bald Xu Xian sat cross-legged beside the flames.
Outside the temple, three figures were approaching. The sound of footsteps made Xu Xian open his eyes, and he looked out toward the entrance with guarded vigilance.
"Who goes there?" Xu Xian's voice rang out. It was not loud, but in the stillness of the night, it carried a long way. Hearing the voice outside the temple, the three figures stopped in their tracks.
Chapter 228