“Great master!”

In the yellow sand, everyone from Tangcang’s troops rushed over, extremely moved and full of devoted admiration as they arrived at Zhen Pilu’s bleeding body.

Most of them had never even seen Zhen Pilu make an appearance before, nor did they know that this mysterious figure in that carriage was actually a cultivator from Sanskrit Temple. It was because Sanskrit Temple, in this entire Tangcang, was a holy land that represented power and mercy, a holy land that received the reverence of all people. That was why the instant they realized who this monk was from Wenren Cangyue and Zhen Pilu’s short conversation, most of these Tangcang troops were already extremely moved.

Then, Wenren Cangyue’s heroic and unfeeling nature left all of them frightened. Even Tangcang’s most loyal and unyielding golden-armored warriors developed a type of feeling that they couldn’t make this individual their enemy.

However, they also saw Sanskrit Temple’s buddha light, saw this Yunqin war god withdraw in defeat. Right now, these Tangcang people’s moods were something bystanders couldn’t understand at all.

When he saw these Tangcang people who kneeled down at his side out of sincerity...