"Get your people out of here, and by the way, tell your Prime Minister that I'm back!"
After Sang Que finished speaking, he glanced at Yu Da, tugged the reins to turn his horse around, and the Ghost General escorted him away from Qingfeng Temple.
Yu Da pressed his stomach and quickly followed.
Sang Que took two steps and suddenly stopped, looking around at the messy courtyard, a vision of Yao Zhen in a furious rage flashed through his mind.
"Before you leave, restore Qingfeng Temple to its original state, or suffer the consequences!"
As soon as Sang Que left, the heavy rain ceased, the water ghost slaves vanished into puddles, and the dark clouds rolled away in the direction Sang Que had departed, like a divine miracle.
Yu Yang Taoist stood next to Qiu Siming, staring wide-eyed at the back of the Taoist Temple, "Could she have... could she have tamed the Water Ghost?"
Qiu Siming tore off a piece of his clothes, carefully wrapped and covered Qiu Wanjun's head.
