Bai Xiao strode forward, his gaze sweeping around him.
Following the pebble-strewn path, collapsed stone columns lined both sides, lying haphazardly on the ground. Some had fractured into several pieces, their surfaces worn by the elements, rendering the carvings indistinct. Yet still, one could discern the exquisite patterns and designs of the past, speaking of bygone splendor and glory.
"Tap, tap, tap, tap..."
He stepped steadily into the interior of the temple.
The main structure of the temple was reduced to a hollow shell, its roof long gone. Sunlight poured directly in, casting patterns of light and shadow on the dusty floor. The mural-covered walls were fragmented, with only shattered pieces giving glimpses of vague sacrificial scenes.
