Ning Qiyang dared not delay. She moved forward and joined the others in full prostration, bowing toward the Evil Cult Statue that sat atop a nine-story pagoda in the center of the cave. At the same time, she began to subtly size up her surroundings out of the corner of her eye.
Inside the cave, aside from these ordinary Believers in varied attire kneeling on the ground, a circle of black-robed figures of different heights stood around the cave walls.
The wide black robes completely shrouded their figures and faces, making them look incredibly eerie in the dim environment. They looked less like people and more like Fierce Ghosts.
Ning Qiyang could feel gazes coming from beneath those black robes, warily scanning everything around them.
