"Little Chan, I brought you something to eat and water."
The burly, stubbled Kou Yushan walked in from outside. Seeing the fire, but not the person, he frowned in confusion.
He approached the fire, glanced around, and slowly gripped the machete behind his waist, looking at the collapsed statue beside him.
"Come out!" Kou Yushan commanded in a low voice, his voice full of authority.
Sang Que's heart skipped a beat. The ground was thick with dust here, and in her haste to hide, she had forgotten to erase the footprints.
With the situation as it was, Sang Que could only slowly step out from behind the statue.
Seeing Sang Que clearly, especially her attire and those strange shoes that were completely out of place in this world, Kou Yushan trembled slightly, his eyes suddenly brightening.
He cautiously glanced toward the broken temple's entrance, then lowered his voice and said, "You really have returned!"
