His own life was now precious, with Huaxia backing him up from behind, and a Great Zen Master in front. Who would dare make a move against him? If anyone did, they'd have to hold back a little, right? You don't slap someone in the face. With this thought, Ye Tian gently caressed his own cheek, stopped talking, and obediently stood aside, watching the little monk bow with his hands pressed together to the people around before retreating from the yard. Thus, only Ye Tian, Bodhi, and the others remained in the yard.
One against five, just not enough for the other side to divide among themselves.