Time was of the essence. Ye Huidian shot up, her blood-soaked hands striking the burly man's neck with a sickening thud.,Walking out of the dilapidated temple, Ye Feiran cautiously surveyed the surroundings. After a moment's recollection, she realized this was Kyoto's most famous ghost street on the outskirts of the city.,Ye Hiran found nothing, her brows furrowed as she murmured softly, "Strange, why do I always feel like someone is following me"。