The temple festival drew in nearly half the population of the city's west side.
Even those who couldn't squeeze onto the festival grounds waited in the neighboring streets.
Many among them had been delivered at birth by the Temple Priest, so their gazes naturally held a hint of reverence—a scene rarely witnessed at other temples.
Ren Qing couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement. He and Huang Ziwang were hidden at the entrance of a secluded alley.
The two of them stared at the bustling scene, making idle chatter.
In fact, besides Huang Ziwang, Mu Yi was also involved, but they were scattered throughout the streets leading to and from the festival.
Ren Qing had no idea how many Forbidden Guards the Forbidden Soldier Hall had deployed in the area. He himself had already spotted seven or eight on his way over.
A scene like this was a rare sight indeed; it looked like they were setting up to shoot fish in a barrel.
