Footsteps grew closer. Ye Feiran's beautiful eyes sharpened as she scanned her surroundings, grabbing a hairpin that lay forgotten nearby.,Soon, the two arrived before Ye Hisshen. The pitch-black dilapidated temple was illuminated by torches.,Emerging from the dilapidated temple, Ye Feidan cautiously surveyed her surroundings. A quick scan of her memory confirmed that this was Kyoto's most notorious ghost street on the outskirts of the city.。