With steady steps, Bai Ziyue took a deep breath and then identified his direction, soon arriving at a slightly dilapidated mountain temple.
This mountain temple, desolate and in ruins, clearly had not been maintained for a long time.
Bai Ziyue stepped directly inside and walked to the center of the temple, beside a statue resembling a scholar with slightly raised hands, as if in greeting.
With a gentle single-handed push, he moved the statue aside effortlessly.
The statue, weighing a hundred or so pounds, felt as light as a feather to Bai Ziyue at this moment.
Soon, a square wooden box was revealed beneath the statue.
It was the box of gold he had meticulously hidden during the day.
With a slight kick of his foot to the wooden box, under the powerful control, the box flew out, landing steadily beside him.
