Apparently, everyone's luck wasn't great; this temple had been in disrepair for far too long and looked eerie. The courtyard's blue bricks were gone, overgrown with weeds taller than people.
Although the temple was quite large and could accommodate everyone, most of the roof tiles had fallen off, and the rooms were covered in dust and rubble from broken tiles and stones.
Ye Shuangshuang could only comfort herself that despite the drafts overhead, at least there were walls on all sides to block the wind. Setting up tents inside the main hall was definitely better than staying outside.
Upon entering, Ye Shuangshuang looked around and found it wasn't as bad as it seemed from outside. Although most of the tiles above were broken, the beams and pillars remained, appearing relatively sturdy.
Ye Shuangshuang went out to gather some soft and long weeds, then effortlessly jumped onto the high roof of the main hall, spreading the weeds and branches over the roof.
