As for her participation in the Huayu Temple assessment, it seems that at such a time, no one would care.
"Forget it, forget it, maybe this is destiny. The Huayu Temple will ultimately be destroyed by the hands of a few of us." An Xiaxin sighed deeply.
Beside her, Shen Yuhe's face no longer held its previous smile, her eyes were full of melancholy.
"You should go back, the Huayu Temple is no longer accepting priests, and is incapable of training new ones." An Xiaxin glanced at Han Yan and said coldly.
She was aloof by nature and had misunderstood Han Yan as someone from Feng City Temple earlier, forcing out a smile with difficulty. Now, knowing Han Yan's identity, there was no longer a need to waste expressions.
