Lin Jin cherished those around him, and it didn't matter if they were monsters or beasts, Lin Jin would never allow them to be bullied or killed. If his wrath was provoked, Lin Jin would surely do all he could to fight back.
Lin Jin was getting increasingly anxious because Daluo Temple refused to return White Ape to him.
The scorching blaze above was becoming increasingly ear-piercing as the flames continued dancing. Monks of insignificant cultivation were completely drenched in their own sweat, unable to endure the heat.
Boom!
A dead tree nearby simply burst into flames.
Dark plumes of smoke were already rising from different spots around Daluo Temple, and they could hear the distinct shouts of people.
"Put out the fire" someone yelled.
"Curator, my junior may have a firm personality but he never lies. It is true, Zhi Yin has yet to return," the abbot spoke up.
