Wang Xuan's steps did not falter as he continued on his way, his thoughts occupied by Ling Qiming's previous chilly demeanor. Is he… Actually calling out to us?0

Standing firmly at the courtyard's entrance, a group of men giving off the aura of capable fighters stood around Ling Qiming. It was clear that security around the man was tight, even when they were in an environment as safe as the New Moon.  0

In addition to these human guards, the latest models of combat automaton stood ready. Their formidable reputation preceded them: they were known to be capable of overpowering multiple adversaries and even downing small aircrafts. 0

Wang Xuan's expression turned steely. Is this Ling Qiming’s way of flexing his power? 0

Qin Cheng, too, wore an icy expression. His bond with Wang Xuan ran deep, and he knew very well about the tension between Wang Xuan and Ling Qiming. 0

Ling Qiming approached the duo, appearing to be aloof. He eyed Wang Xuan, then shifted his focus to Qin Cheng. With a subtle gesture, he directed his entourage to withdraw, but to remain on standby outside the courtyard. 0

The ambient aroma from the copper incense persisted, but the mysterious smoky tendrils no longer seemed to gravitate toward the deity or any individual. The equilibrium had returned. Ling Qiming, who viewed the temple more for its historical value...0