Chapter 135: The Divine Dragon Cult Master
The three of them were talking outside a teahouse on the main street of the town.
The teahouse owner had ordered tables and chairs from the carpenter and they were on good terms. So he even brought them tea and snacks, telling them to rest well. He also picked up the child to play with him, saying that if they didn't dare to go home tonight, they could stay at his place for a while, and then go to the Dragon King Temple to pray tomorrow—or he had heard there was a Taoist priest on Jun Mountain, perhaps they could ask him for help.
The onlookers, seeing that the story had been mostly told, were starting to lose interest and were about to disperse.
Because the sun was about to set behind the mountains, the street was shrouded in shadow. The last rays of the setting sun bathed people in a dark red light, and a slight breeze had picked up.
It was at this moment that the child, in the arms of the teahouse owner, said with clear articulation, "My time has come."
Although it was a child's voice, the tone was calm and steady, the pace unhurried, as if it had come from the mouth of an adult.
At that moment, the owner was turning his head to greet the people who were about to leave. Hearing this voice, he turned to look—
And saw that his "little nephew" was perfectly calm and composed, and his expression…
Instantly reminded him of what the carpenter and his wife had just said. Fear surged up from the bottom of his heart like a tide, his arm trembled, and the child slid out of his arms!