Seeing Qin Muye remaining silent, She Xi also hesitated, since for him, this was certainly not good news. It seemed that the other had noticed something.
But now he didn't know how to speak, although countless thoughts were drifting in his mind, eventually forming various assumptions and plans for subsequent resolution.
"How long has the Snake Temple existed?" Qin Muye suddenly asked.
"This old servant does not know, only that it has existed since the time of my birth," She Xi hurriedly responded after coming back to his senses.
"That long? That's indeed quite peculiar," Qin Muye mused, reaching out to place his hand on the altar.
She Xi looked at Qin Muye with some confusion. What was he trying to do, sense something?
Before She Xi could figure it out, Qin Muye exerted force with his hand. In just an instant, countless cracks spread from Qin Muye's position towards the surroundings.
