"Master Wen, there's no need to be too concerned. As the saying goes, justice has long arms, and those ungrateful and disloyal will eventually meet their retribution. If I have the chance, I will help you clean up this mess."
Mu Hanyan comforted him, yet she didn't speak too boastfully. The Huayu Temple had already fallen into decline, and even in its peak times, it probably couldn't penalize priests from other temples at will.
"Such small matters don't require the Master Priest's concern." Wen Gaoren also didn't take her words to heart.
"Master Priest, Master Wen and others' accommodations have been arranged." Sikong Qinglan and An Xiaxin said as several people approached.
Wen Gaoren's follower priests were with them. Although the Huayu Temple now couldn't compare with the Lingyu Divine Hall, it was still better than being homeless in the wilderness, so they were not dissatisfied.
"Thank you very much, everyone." Wen Gaoren replied courteously.
