The snowflakes fluttered in the wind, the night deep and thick, almost too dense to dissipate.
In the alley, it was even three degrees darker.
An old man led a boy with a Nezha-style topknot through the snow, standing silently and watching the brightly lit Xu Ji's Wood Carving Shop.
"Master, the Spirit Infant Sect seems to have set their sights on the Spiritual Child you're fond of..."
"Should we make a move? The Spirit Infant Sect has colluded with the government of Fei Lei City, and all the masters in the shop have been dispatched elsewhere. The shop has fallen into vulnerability, and likely they'll act tonight."
Lu Chi furrowed his brows, small in stature but mature beyond his years.
The old man shook his head, "Let's wait and see for now; if I can avoid acting, I will. I also want to see... who exactly is in Fei Lei City... preparing to worship the Mysterious Temple, and who... has become a lapdog of the Temple God..."