Wufa's expression was anxious. He was not just being alarmist; a powerful Sub-Saint of Martial Dao could rival an elite force of a million people from the Holy Land, not to mention the Earthshade Monastic Soldiers, who were still a notch below that elite force.
The million-strong Red Flame Army from Hexi could not be dealt with without the World-Honored One's intervention, especially with Hou Yuxiao...
Seeing that Abbot Wuxing still refused to relent, Wufa was filled with urgency. At the same time, a terrifying speculation emerged in his mind, and his expression instantly fell.
"Just a mere Hou Yuxiao has you all in such disarray. Is there no dignity left for our Chan Sect? What is everyone panicking about?"
Suddenly, an indignant voice echoed from Leiyin Temple, and Wuxing, Wufa, and the Southern Medicine Master quickly turned to look at the small temple, their faces lit up with joyful expressions.
