At night, Dazhu Temple became even more desolate. The birds on the mountain had returned to their nests, and the entire temple was very quiet, with only the sound of insects.
Jiang Xiaobai and a few others sat around the stove. Each of them held a black ceramic bowl in their hands, filled with steaming hot water.
"Where are we headed next?" Shi Tou broke the silence. "Why not go back to the small island? I feel that's the best place, with no conflicts, no casualties."
In recent days, Shi Tou had witnessed too much death and injury, and his heart was becoming numb. He disliked such days, making him yearn even more for the time on the island.
Jiang Xiaobai said, "Shi Tou, you and Bai Yu should go back first. I still have unfinished business here."
Bai Yu knew Jiang Xiaobai had many tasks to complete, and she could offer little help. To avoid holding Jiang Xiaobai back, she decided to follow his wishes and return to the island.
"I'll return to the island with Shi Tou tomorrow."
