"Not good!"
A strong sense of foreboding rose from Jiang Xiaobai's heart, and he quickly headed toward the ruins.
The area around Rashamon Hall's ruins was already surrounded by many disciples of Great Compassion Temple, with corpses lying on the ground. When Jiang Xiaobai arrived, everyone looked at him, and the expressions in the eyes of these Great Compassion Temple disciples were complex.
"Didn't you say you could protect us?"
"Didn't you say everything was in your hands?"
...
Faced with the crowd's accusations, Jiang Xiaobai was speechless, his heart filled with guilt. He had boasted but ultimately couldn't deliver.
Rashamon Hall had become a pile of debris, and the array left by Great Compassion Temple's ancestors in Rashamon Hall had been completely destroyed, naturally, Yuntian wouldn't remain there.
