Soon, the two arrived before Ye Hixian. The pitch-black dilapidated temple was illuminated by torches.,Meanwhile, clover had silently wound itself around Ye Hixian's black hair behind him. The four leaves trembled constantly, hinting at their excitement.,Ye Huirany found nothing, her brow furrowed as she muttered softly, "Strange, I always feel like someone's following me"。