This ancient voice rang out, startling even Wang Cai, a dog, into making a cat's meow.
"Who are you?" Mu Can wore an expression of caution, surveying the interior of the dilapidated temple, but he found nothing.
"It's all your fault, we couldn't stop you no matter what, this must be an old demon." Wang Cai's fur bristled, his face full of vigilance.
He had suspected that he and Mu Can had been transported to a desolate region, and had encountered such a sinister temple in such a place.
"There's no need to be nervous, I harbor no ill will." The voice, noticing the caution in Mu Can's eyes, spoke gently.
"Who are you really?" Just because you say you have no ill will, doesn't mean you don't, right? Mu Can didn't dare to believe his words.
"The two of you have ventured into a dangerous place. I sensed the presence of an old acquaintance on you, so I summoned you here. If I'm not mistaken, you two must have connections with Heavenly Dao."
