"So, they've come after all."
Bai Yuan's expression grew solemn.
Dong Wanjun said, "It's the Buddha's Son of Xuankong Temple."
Bai Yuan's heart sank.
This was not good news. While he had no great enmity with Xuankong Temple, the temple was the backer of the rebel army.
Those people called themselves a rebel army, but in reality, they were nothing but bandits.
Once they gained power, they would surely tear through the land like a pack of hungry wolves, disrupting the entire situation and making it impossible for the world to find peace again.
The tranquility that Xuan Yang had worked so hard to maintain would be shattered once more.
Dong Wanjun also felt the pressure.
It wasn't that he was afraid of the world falling into chaos.
