Soon, the two arrived before Ye Hixian. The pitch-black dilapidated temple was illuminated by torches.,This was all too strange. Ye Hishen couldn't help but raise her guard to the highest level. She silently surveyed her surroundings, but there wasn't a single breath of air to be felt.,Meanwhile, clover had silently wound itself around Ye Hixian's black hair behind him. The four leaves trembled constantly, hinting at their excitement.。