He found a faint yellow light coming from inside. 'Someone's in there?'
Walking inside, he saw a kind-faced High Monk sitting cross-legged in meditation.
"Patron, are you also here to take shelter from the night?"
"You may as well save your lamp oil. This humble Monk can also provide light."
The High Monk smiled and pressed his palms together.
Lu Mingyuan, however, stared at him with extreme vigilance.
The man had no candle. 'Where is the light coming from?'
'Something's strange here.'
He watched as the first section of his lamp wick burned out.
Lu Mingyuan had no time for conversation and directly took out a second wick.
"Patron..."
The moment the light went out, the kind-faced High Monk's voice vanished instantly.
A bone-chilling sensation flooded his heart.
The next second, as Lu Mingyuan's light bloomed, the darkness before him was dispelled.
The High Monk before him had completely changed.
