As Song Ciwan passed through the main hall, she overheard someone say, "Back in the previous dynasty, Cold Hill Mountain was originally a Buddha Mountain! One after another, countless family temples belonging to wealthy households were built upon it. The ones living in those temples were the female family members of those great houses, sent there for a life of asceticism!"
The words were simple enough, yet for some reason, they carried an unspeakable sense of dread, compelling those who heard them to stop in their tracks, eager to hear the rest of the story.
Yu Lin was one of those who had stopped in their tracks.
Seeing him standing there, listening intently, Song Ciwan also paused to listen alongside him.
The storyteller had a weathered face. He'd had a few cups of crude wine, and several drops clung to his messy beard. Others called him Third Master Luo.
