Zheng Haoyuan was the first to get down from the carriage.
"Cousin, shall I go and take a look first?" Zheng Haoyuan had seen that dark shadow before, although at the time his consciousness had been blurry and he hadn't really seen the shadow's true form. But even as a vague shadow, Zheng Haoyuan could feel that it was extremely ugly.
"Let's go in together." Zheng Nianru had already gotten off the carriage, supporting Fu Dong. Although she wasn't interested in the mages of Qiandao Temple and their mysterious charades, she was interested in immortality. To be precise, she was interested in bringing back the dead to life.
Seeing this, Zheng Haoyuan no longer tried to persuade her, but Yan Cheng was very supportive of his master's straightforward nature. Even though he was a man, the sight of that dark shadow gave him the chills, and he feared that Princess Chao Ren, being such a delicate girl, would be frightened.