Finally, I Hear Your Voice

Hearing Sangsang's weak voice woke Ning Que up; he released his grip on the podao and put his hand on his waist—He was a Tang man from the Academy and was supposed to have no positive feelings for these scoundrels. Ning Que was worried about Sangsang's condition. He definitely did not want to start a war between the Divine Hall and the Academy if he could find a peaceful resolution to the problem.

As he moved his hand, a voice sounded from the depths of the temple. An old man said, "Mr. Thirteen doesn't have to draw the saber because this place is not the Wilderness and I'm not Cheng Lixue either."

As the hoarse voice sounded, the expressions of the middle-aged priest and the soldiers became solemn. A moment later, an elderly priest in a crimson robe slowly entered.