No one spoke. About half an incense stick of time passed.
Suddenly, several shouts carried on the wind.
"Saint Son!"
"Lord Saint Son!"
Two priests and three Divine Temple guards, their faces alight with pleasant surprise, put away their flying spiritual beasts and quickly ran over, panting.
Saint Son Mi Yan turned to look at them, his voice slightly weathered. "The Divine Temple no longer exists. You are free to leave on your own."
He knew these individuals well, and was certain they had no ties to an evil cult like Heavenly Fate.
The priests and guards exchanged glances, then quickly knelt before Saint Son Mi Yan. "Wherever the Saint Son is, the Divine Temple will always exist. We are willing to follow the Saint Son!"
Saint Son Mi Yan looked at them for a long time before speaking. "You've followed me all this way, so you must know. The Divine Temple Master betrayed our faith, betrayed the gods, and defected to an evil cult called Heavenly Fate!"
"This is good," Saint Son Mi Yan tilted his head slightly, gazing at the bright sunlit sky, and smiled faintly. "If we don't perish in the ashes, we will be reborn from the ashes!"
"As long as you are here, and I support it, the Divine Temple will ultimately rise again."
"Yes!" The priests and guards nodded, their eyes filled with the joy of rebirth after disaster.
The cries of flying spiritual beasts echoed in the sky once more.
Everyone looked over and saw Yu Su and An Hua returning.
Seeing their grim expressions, Mo Lian understood somewhat, furrowing his brow slightly. "They escaped?"
Yu Su nodded. "We don't know if they were covered by the collapsing mountain. My subordinate and An Hua searched the back mountain, but found no signs of life."
Mo Lian's handsome face darkened. After a moment of thought, he nodded faintly. "Let's return to the academy first."
The Divine Temple Master had sent out a signal before his death. It was likely that Heavenly Fate would send people to investigate soon.
It wasn't that they were afraid, but after all this upheaval, everyone was exhausted and simply didn't want to bother with them anymore.
Besides, Qiaoqiao's face was still a bit pale; it was better to go back and rest first.
With Dean Yun Piaomiao, that great Buddha, overseeing the academy, even if enemies followed and attacked, let Yun Piaomiao block them!
Why else was he the Dean?
Far away, Dean Yun, who was drinking tea and reading at Misty Peak in the Royal Academy, suddenly sneezed and looked around with a puzzled expression.
"Qiaoqiao."
Mo Lian had just called out when he saw his little wife turn her head and present the back of her head to him.
He inwardly cursed, knowing he was in trouble. He quickly went to her side, pulled her into his arms, and said, "Qiaoqiao, your husband swears, if we encounter any more danger in the future, I will never let you run alone first! Duan Yue, Rotten Peach Blossom, and I will all run with you. We'll run together, advancing and retreating as one, okay?"
Saint Son Mi Yan suddenly caught on, feeling a bit choked by this mouthful of "dog food."
So, the reason Qiaoqiao had cursed him earlier was partly because of Mo Lian and Duan Yue's involvement?
Qiaoqiao had cursed him for Mo Lian and Duan Yue's shares as well!
Why was he so unlucky?
Qiaoqiao glanced at the man with an expressionless face.
She should have gotten angry back at Red River Canyon, but then her body grew, and she somehow forgot about it...
Running away first in danger once or twice—wasn't she capable enough?!
Did he think Qiaoqiao wouldn't get angry?
Hmph!
She wouldn't talk to him!