They avoided the crowd and gathered in a secluded pavilion.
Chen Yi and Yin Weiyin separated, and Chen Yi naturally took Yin Tingxue's hand.
The young girl let him hold it, even though she felt shy being watched by so many people. Yet she couldn't resist—if she disobeyed him in such small matters, how could she justify being obedient in larger ones?
She was always striving to find her scarce and pitiable leverage.
Chen Yi vaguely sensed the girl's thoughts and tightened his grip on her hand.
"The Four Heavenly Kings statues are all gathered, so now, let's take them out together."
The Western monk spoke up.
Chen Yi nodded, taking out two of the statues from his bag and placing them on the stone table. Yin Weiyin also retrieved his statue and pushed it forward.
Just as the Western monk was about to place his own statue, his movement halted as his peripheral vision caught something.
