Just like that time in the courtyard, the proficiency of the Twelve Earthly Branches in arrays was definitely not just about setting up a simple formation. If it were just that, the death of those twelve people wouldn't be a cause for concern. The killing aura and tacit understanding honed between life and death through that formation were definitely not meant to be taken lightly. Moreover, the uncompromising resilience demonstrated was something Ye Tian deeply desired; if only he could have such a remarkable force at his disposal.
This thought stopped right there.
He also understood that all this might have been orchestrated by Zhang Liang for him to witness.
When they returned to the Buddhist temple, only the little monk was bustling about alone. The temple was long in need of repairs, and light rain was manageable, but when it came to heavy or stormy weather, there was nothing to do but to watch helplessly as rain leaked from the roof and scoop it out bucket by bucket.