Standing in the dilapidated Mountain God Temple, Elder Wang heaved a long sigh.
When he was a child, the incense at this Mountain God Temple was flourishing. Villagers, mountain folk, and travelers passing by would willingly help clean and offer tributes.
The Mountain God Temple would also protect the surrounding villages, keeping the eerie creatures of the mountains from causing harm.
As time passed, the Mountain God Temple had become ruins and could no longer protect anyone.
The once majestic statue had been reduced to a pile of earth overgrown with weeds.
"Old man, you should return home."
Upon arriving, Zhang Yuan did not intend to venture deeper into the mountains, planning first to explore the nearby area.
Elder Wang hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, saying, "Sir, you must be careful, the supernatural is hard to guard against, do not let your guard down."
Even though Zhang Yuan had come for the supernatural, the question of "safety" was irrelevant.
