C46 Jasmine(1)

Uncle Fu quickly entered the temple. He was very careful along the way, as if someone was following him.

Smoke rose in spirals from the ancestral hall, coiling around the beams of the room. A slim figure was standing in front of the memorial tablet, devoutly offering incense to the guests.

"You're here? "Good luck." Murong Shilan slowly turned around with an indifferent smile on her face