The temple was old. Extremely old. And for an old building like this that hadn't been used for years, it was obvious that it would be impossible to enter at all.
It would have been covered with cobwebs and all. Filled with unbearable smells, and most of the place would have already fallen apart.
But it was only old and rusty. A pure sign of age. And at that moment, Ren could see that it was being maintained in some way. Someone was actually cleaning it up. Someone was making efforts to keep it in shape in the little ways possible.
And at that moment, Ren gasped.
"But at least it doesn't get that dusty..." Zuran said. "I use the best cleaning equipment I can find for it. So it's okay, I guess..."
Ren stared at him. His heart ached; he was moved. But why? It wasn't HIS statue. He wasn't the one cleaning it for. It was for the Demon God YeHu. But he still couldn't help his heart from moving.
"You..." Ren was short of words. "How..." He sighed. "Why?"
