"Could it be related to time?" Zhao Douan pondered for a moment, staring at the cold iron lock in front of him, offering a guess.
Xu Zhenguan thought for a bit, not very sure: "I don't know."
In the past, every time she visited the Taiqing Palace, she would usually arrive after entering the painting, but this time she first went to see Zhao Douan, and the two talked for quite a while, so at this time, the temple priest might have closed the door and gone to sleep.
"Then let's try." Zhao Douan rolled up his sleeves and vigorously knocked on the door.
The door of the temple echoed with his knocking, along with calls of "Is anyone there?" but there was no movement inside.
This result made both of their hearts sink. Zhao Douan simply stepped back a few paces, sprinted forward, and climbed over the wall, physically entering the temple.
