"That old man is not only arrogant, but also insatiably greedy. We asked him for help before, but he had the nerve to aim for the position of Main Priest," Shen Yuhe said angrily.
Hearing this, Han Yan felt relieved. Previously, when An Xiaxin hesitated and gathered the courage to ask this person for help, she thought he might be the kind of scoundrel like Long Wudang.
"Forget it, I'll ask him again to see if his attitude changes. We can't just wait to starve to death," An Xiaxin sighed.
Shen Yuhe and Sikong Qinglan both looked miserable and didn't object anymore.
Han Yan looked at them with sympathy. Speaking of which, on the Divine Continent, temple priests had the highest status, almost revered by many citizens and refugees. Yet who could imagine that the priests of Huayu Temple had fallen to such a state, worrying day and night just to fill their stomachs.
