"I don't know what exactly happened during the explosion. It seemed that both you and Xi'an did something.
After the temple crumbled, the surviving monks and soldiers worked together to unearth the missing people.
The monk was found dead, buried under the rubbles amongst other unfortunate victims."
"Did he mention anything about Yin Su when he confronted you and Xi'an?"
Long Zhao Feng shook his head.
"He did not explicitly introduce himself. Even if he was not one of Yin Su's people, he was still aiming for the same thing you were. We barely managed to escape, and at that time you still had your full power."
He grasped Xiao Yue's chin and smiled apologetically.
"Now that you have lost a lot of power to save my life, we won't be as lucky the next time. If luck is not on our side, then we have to use our wits. From now on, we will move strategically. A miscalculation might cause us to lose more than what we afford to lose."
