Zhang Ze stepped back out of the Horror Temple, closed the door, took a deep breath, waited for a while, and then opened it again.
Yet, inside the Ancestral Temple, it was still Li.
Except Li had changed its sleeping posture this time.
Now it lay on its side, with its back to the door, head and feet tilted backward, its heel resting on the nape of its neck.
Its little belly protruded like a round moon-shaped fat crescent blade.
Zhang Ze, "..."
Zhang Ze thought for a moment and closed the door again.
He opened it for the third time, but the round moon-shaped fat crescent blade was still before his eyes.
Zhang Ze, "..."
The few Horror Saints outside the Ancestral Temple, observing Zhang Ze's expression, were somewhat puzzled but refrained from disturbing him.
They feared it might be some mystical human ritual.
The Horror Saint looked down at Lin Feng, "Human, what is your companion doing?"
Lin Feng, as a partial Master Dongze, contemplated briefly and said.
