Ye Hirai's eyes flashed with a chill, her mind rapidly searching through her memory.,Stepping out of the dilapidated temple, Ye Feiran cautiously surveyed her surroundings. After a moment's thought, she recognized this as Kyoto's most notorious ghost street on the outskirts of the city.,The next moment, the white figure darted quickly through the herb garden, soon gathering all the medicinal herbs it needed.。