Yuan Shan Temple.
Lin Yan personally brought the corpse of Chen Long.
He pressed his left hand on the hilt of his sword, his expression solemn.
"Great Temple Priest, it's best not to get too close."
"I understand," the Great Temple Priest sighed, standing three meters away, "Some things, even the Mountain God does not dare speak directly of; how could I dare to investigate?"
"..."
Lin Yan gave him a long, deep look.
This Great Temple Priest surely understands the Divine Text.
If he sees the Divine Text within Chen Long's body, it would be a great peril.
Nine Divine Texts, chaotic and disordered though they are.
But as long as one recognizes these nine texts, one might attempt to arrange them mentally.
Perhaps today's Great Temple Priest is lucid and can vow not to investigate further.
But in this era of deceitful nights, anyone might lose control!
And in this Yuan Shan Temple, anyone could become Tribulation Ash!
