"Beast, just a beast..."
Du Yu murmured, standing in the desolate ancient temple, looking around at the devastation.
Everywhere were collapsed buildings and traces of destruction caused by great fires.
It's not hard to imagine what the brutal Black Sheep Leader has been doing here for decades.
The scale of the mountain temple was still visible, vaguely showing traces of its past.
From the mountain gate to the Bell and Drum towers, to the two halls inside the temple, the Dharma Hall, the Sutra Library, and then the monks' quarters, dining hall, and the rear garden, etc...
Looking around, there wasn't a single intact spot to be found!
After walking a full circle, the only relatively intact part turned out to be the collapsed walls of the mountain temple courtyards.
"This fire burned everything clean." Du Yu sighed again.
Lin Shiwei could sense the regret from Du Yu's heart.
