Yang Gong listened, and his heart stirred. Since childhood, he indeed had the habit of seeking divine intervention and asking ghosts.
The others around him saw the sacred and grand temple from afar and also grew slightly hopeful, waiting by the side for the Ming King's decree. Only a man with an expressionless face in the distance coldly observed without saying anything.
To ensure the survival of his subordinates, Yang Gong didn't mind going in to kneel and worship, yet for some reason, there was always some reluctance in his heart.
"Or perhaps, simply destroy this temple, and chop down the divine statue inside?"
At this moment, a clear voice sounded amidst the wind and snow. Turning his head, he saw a woman holding a white cat in her arms, wearing a white fox fur cloak.
