In the town square, the Celestial Sphere Sect once again proved their distinguished reputation.
Following Fu Qian's reminder, Amila and the others shifted their gazes toward the little chapel, their expressions turning grim.
They seemed genuinely guilty about disturbing someone's morning slumber.
But orders were orders, and the three exchanged glances swiftly.
"Let's go in and take a look."
The most composed among them, Simon, made the final decision, though his eyes were fixed on Fu Qian as he spoke.
Clearly, Simon hadn't let the strange sight before them distract him from their current mission, maintaining an air of professionalism.
"Alright, the sound is oddly familiar to me, even."
Fu Qian seemed entirely unfazed and agreed readily.
As they walked past the square, Fu Qian even greeted an elderly woman seated on a bench feeding pigeons—the only human presence in sight.
