Buddha's Nirmanakaya

In a room on the sixth floor of Sikhara Temple—the Old Task Force's prison.

"Could it be that the Chief prophesied something and deliberately left us this piece of paper before entering the New World?" Long Yuehong originally wanted to look around to confirm the situation before discussing this problem, but after some thought, he felt that it was meaningless. Anything could be heard in the Crystal Consciousness Church's base. No matter how he guarded against it, they would be heard.

Jiang Baimian thought for a moment and smiled self-deprecatingly. "What makes us deserving of that?"

In terms of strength, the Old Task Force could barely be considered average in First City's muddy waters. In terms of closeness, not to mention the monks in the temple, the Old Task Force would never stand a chance with the relationship between the Crystal Consciousness Church and First City's officials.