"What do you mean?"
Upon hearing the old man address him, Li Yan furrowed his brows.
"This... wasn't it you who called me over?"
The old man, in a rush, gestured with his hands, recounting the events.
It was quite interesting, actually.
The old man, named Sun Datong, was originally a handyman and fire-stoker, serving diligently in the temple for years. With the old temple priest's help, he joined the religious registry, which ensured some security for the future.
He was honest and worked quickly, his only hobby being indulging in drinks.
A few days ago, the old temple priest left and never returned. Reporting to the government yielded no news, and with no one to host rituals, the already sparsely visited Divine Temple became even more desolate.
Sun Datong was both worried about the old temple priest and afraid the temple might be seized by others. He was so anxious, he scratched his head a lot but had no solution, so he drank a bit more.
