The dawn broke, and the sun finally rose from the horizon. In the birth of the morning light, the temple complex seemed divine. Feeling a bit irritated, Han Li muttered to himself, "You geezers, aren't you going to fight?"
His mother had already been taken away by Hua Yu, and she was now with the others above the pagoda.
He was alone.
The seven people surrounding Hen Shin had stopped their fight in the middle of the night, and they were all debating with intense expressions at the moment.
Han Li looked at all of them with cold eyes.
The seven people from the Sacred Cult had masks covering their faces, and they were all Power Borns. Two of them were of Sacred Talent. Even though they had stopped fighting, they still surrounded Hen Shin, and it seemed as if they wouldn't leave without their needs of coming here fulfilled.
They were all floating in the sky, and as the sun rose, their shadows stretched down.