Several people entered in succession, bringing with them a piercing chill. The man in the lead looked toward Wufu and the others, his gaze landing on Ah Jiu; his eyes flashed as he stepped forward.
"Young master, we were passing by this place when we encountered a snowstorm and sought temporary refuge here. We apologize for any disturbance and hope for your understanding," the man said with a cupped fist salute.
Ah Jiu nodded silently and replied, "We too are taking shelter from the snowstorm." He didn't elaborate further, as everyone knew that the decrepit temple belonged to no one; if you could come, then naturally, so could I.
The man saluted again with his fist, then turned around. Two others helped a young man, no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, to sit down and took out some dry food.
