After dinner, Nuannuan led Yang Fei stealthily toward the center of the city.
Amid the bright lights, a Gothic-style temple with numerous auxiliary buildings appeared before Yang Fei's eyes.
Yang Fei drew in a sharp breath, looking at Nuannuan in disbelief.
"Are you saying the Fire Gate's headquarters is actually here?"
Nuannuan nodded affirmatively.
"Yes, the Fire Gate is also known as Zhu Rong Gate, and Zhu Rong is the most revered deity among the local indigenous people. This temple is the headquarters of Zhu Rong Gate."
Yang Fei clicked his tongue in amazement; he never expected the Heavenly Fire Sect to have such a large force, blatantly appearing in a modern city.
Nuannuan's expression was solemn, and she spoke softly.
"Although the Heavenly Fire Sect isn't recognized by the government office, this Zhu Rong Temple is a landmark of this city and a famous tourist spot."
"The temple is not open to visitors at night; if the police find us, it could be troublesome."
