When the Treasure Monkey emerged from the secret chamber, Spring Temple Hall had already turned into ruins, even the clay sculpture of the Dragon Girl under the Guanyin had been shattered to pieces on the ground.
A hoarse voice exclaimed in surprise, "Where did Lord Bai Long find that woman, she's so fierce?"
The Treasure Monkey did not reply.
He quickly crossed the wreckage of the main hall, kicked open a half-leaning door panel, and jumped into the courtyard. The large copper incense burner in the courtyard had long been smashed, its fragments embedded in the snow, revealing ring after ring of copper patterns.
No one was there.
Mrs. Lu and Qi Zhong were both absent.
The snow was still falling, but there was an area in the courtyard without snow, as if swept clean by something.
The green brick had imprints of varying depths and a long drag mark, as if someone had been thrown and slid a great distance on the ground.
The Treasure Monkey listened carefully.
