Back to ten minutes ago.
Inside the Phoenix Temple, filled with laughter and joy.
The original statues in the temple had all been moved out, clearing a large room.
In the hall, two people were sitting by the altar table.
One of them, covered in tattoos, had a Cyan Dragon on his left arm, a White Tiger on his right arm, and a pair of wings faintly extended to both shoulders from the neckline.
This person was about 1.8 meters tall, stout, with a buzz cut, wearing a gold chain, and had the aura of a gang leader.
Opposite him was a somewhat chubby man with a kind face, wearing an old cadre shirt and rimless glasses, exuding an air of an official.
The altar table in front of them was filled with drinks, but the plates contained only some snacks like chicken feet and instant noodles.
A few young and beautiful women, dressed in seductive clothes, were serving drinks nearby.
