Soon, the two arrived before Ye Hishui. The pitch-black dilapidated temple was illuminated by torches.,Time was of the essence, Ye Hixian abruptly sat up, her blood-stained hands striking the burly man's neck with a sickening thud.,Whenever Ye Hisai turned her head to look back, the clovers would immediately vanish, not revealing a trace of their presence.。