「Late February.」
「Shuzhou.」
「Yunliu Temple, on General Mountain.」
It was clearly noon, yet a gray cloud hovered over Yunliu Temple. A foul stench permeated the air, an indescribable smell of rotting corpses.
The "raven swarm attack" from a month ago felt like it had just happened, and the monks of Yunliu Temple were still shaken by it.
Inside the courtyard, several young monks were sweeping. In addition to the courtyard full of fallen leaves, there were also swaths of black raven feathers carpeting the grounds, adding a somber atmosphere to the centuries-old temple.
First, they had endured a great fire that burned the mountain, and then the raven swarm attack. A few elderly monks sat on the stone steps by the gate, vividly recounting the perils of that day.
