"If the Master Priest refuses to go, then I have no choice but to take you there." Zhuge Qiu spoke threateningly, not bothering to hide his intentions any longer.
"How dare you threaten the Master Priest!" Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming stepped forward simultaneously, blocking in front of Han Yan.
The other priests also drew their longswords, and under the illumination of the lights, a cold gleam shone.
Protecting the dignity of the Master Priest was everyone's responsibility and their oath.
Not long ago, two wars — more accurately, unilateral abuses — reignited the long-dormant bloodlust in their hearts, and all the priest guards of Huayu Temple, even the citizens of the city, no longer felt despondent and hopeless as they once did, nor did they allow themselves to be bullied. A surging battle spirit rose within them.
