C1007 Kill the Zi God

At Ning Lin's insistence, Soong Xiangyan reluctantly brought him back to the Dali Temple. It was already past the hour of the dog, and the Great Zhou Royal City was shrouded in darkness. The Dali Temple carriage swayed gently down the street, the bells on its eaves chiming crisply and melodiously.

Inside the carriage, Ning Lin glanced at Xiao Chen's bloodstained shirt