"Friends inside the temple, travelers passing by, may I come in to shelter from the wind and sand?"
Suddenly, outside the dilapidated temple, an elderly voice sounded abruptly.
Jiang Shi, Daoist Master Xuan, and Zhao Houcai all reacted with surprise, quickly turning their heads.
Outside the temple gate appeared two elderly figures at some unknown time; both had lanky bodies, and their clothes were very old, seemingly unchanged for many years.
The cuffs and collars of their clothes had been washed so thin that they appeared white.
Yet even so, the clothes on their bodies couldn't hide their unique aura, which made them look not shabby, but rather transcendent and elegant.
At a glance, they were not ordinary people, capable of attracting attention wherever they went.
Jiang Shi and Daoist Master Xuan instantly showed suspicion, their gazes exploring the two elderly figures who seemed like a master and servant duo as they smiled and looked inside.
