Reflecting on the unusual experiences they had encountered along the way, Yang Xiao remembered a scene outside the ruined temple. With just a glance over his shoulder, he had fallen into a trap, and at that time, Jiang Qingluan had slapped him awake. He had seen, in a daze, that the statues in the temple seemed to come alive, leaning forward as though they wanted to chase after them, or perhaps... they had something to say.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning crossed Yang Xiao's mind. In his memory, the clothing on those statues bore a striking seven or eight-tenths resemblance to their own attire, and the number of statues seemed close to their number of people.
However, when Yang Xiao shared his thoughts, Director Nalan and Xiang Fengchen did not react as strongly as he had anticipated. "Before you arrived, we had already checked those statues and found nothing unusual. Their clothing is very ordinary, completely different from ours," Nalan Shuo assured him firmly.