"What's there left to deliberate? If it weren't that he can't bear to watch the hundred-thousand-year foundation of Huayu Temple destroyed in an instant, do you think the old man would be willing to take on this thankless job? If you insist on not appreciating his kindness, if Gan Yuan is to watch Huayu Temple decline, perish, and be forgotten by the world, then why would he bother with all this effort?" that swaggering Follower Priest said impatiently.
"Master Wen, is this your intention as well?" An Xiaxin asked.
Wen Gaoren smiled without speaking, clearly acquiescing to the follower's words.
