The brown-robed old man took a deep breath, and his expression became calm. He said, "The temple had never been afraid of war. They don't want to sacrifice too many innocent lives. It's getting late. If you still want to see the temple, come with me. If you don't want to, it's up to you."
After saying that, he turned around and flew toward the metal wall.
Wang Wen squinted and looked around, then followed him without a change in his expression.
Hundreds of people behind him were worshiping Zhu Xingguo and Ren Ruoruo, who were slightly stunned. They followed him, but Wang Wen stopped them.
After looking at the back of the old man in the brown robe, he said to Zhu Xingguo and Ren Ruoruo, "I've killed so many of their people, and they're still willing to take me to see God. It's hard to say at this time. For safety's sake, you two wait outside. I'll be back soon."
Zhu Xingguo said, "Master—"