Chapter 57: Death at the Door

The Star-Picking Tower stood secluded in a remote valley, far from the bustling city. From a distance, it resembled a grim, ancient fortress, its surroundings desolate and forlorn, with burial mounds scattered in every direction.

The Daoist priest, terrified, stopped in his tracks long before reaching the building. Fear was written plainly on his face as he cupped his hands in farewell to the others, then turned and hurried away as if fleeing for his life.

He had walked some distance when something suddenly occurred to him.

After a moment’s hesitation, he turned and retraced his steps.