An ancient shrine was situated at the very back of the village, its aged and dilapidated appearance somewhat out of place with the village, yet it also appeared solemn and dignified.
"Lord Sacrificial Officer, the person has been brought over." At the doorway, Mu Chenglin said respectfully.
"Let her in." A low, hoarse voice replied from inside.
Mu Chenglin gently pushed open the door and bowed aside.
Adopting the mindset of making the best out of her situation, Han Yan stepped into the room, and the door behind her creaked shut together.
In front of her, everything became dim. After a few moments, Han Yan adjusted to the dim light. This shrine was much like those on the Holy Court Continent, with rows of spirit tablets at the deepest point, and an oil lamp at the front emitting an amber light. A slight breeze from an unknown source caused the flame to flicker wildly as if it could extinguish at any moment.
