After carefully searching the temple, Li Huowang returned to the mountain path, patting Mantou on the head. He pursed his lips and continued forward in silence.
Apparently, the Cross Temples of the Ao Jing Sect were built very densely. Before long, Li Huowang discovered another one.
This particular Cross Temple was clearly more complete—at least, the bull god's head hadn't mysteriously vanished. The bull god's head was charred black, as if it too had been ravaged by flames. Yet, carved upon this head was an expression of intense jealousy and desperate longing. It glared with two eyes like lumps of burned charcoal, staring straight up toward the top of the temple.
Li Huowang's gaze followed, and at the top of the temple, he saw a mass of stitched-together colors and shapes. Judging by the statue's expression, it desperately coveted the murals painted on the temple ceiling. However, Li Huowang couldn't yet comprehend what that mass was supposed to be.
