With the arrival of Li Jing and others, as well as the departure of the Golden Wings Large Peng and his company, the crisis at Mount Fangcun seemed to have been mitigated on the surface, and everyone let out a sigh of relief.
At this time, a figure arrived belatedly, descending from the clouds. Accompanied by a slender black dog, it was none other than Erlang Shen, Yang Jian.
There was a visible wound piercing through his chest and abdomen, an injury comparable to that of Sun Wukong, and at this moment, he had not undergone any treatment, allowing the blood to dye a large portion of his garment red.
Kneeling on one knee before Bodhi Ancestor, he cupped his fists and said, "The trouble at Mount Fangcun, for which Lingbo City cannot shirk its blame, and for which Yang Jian is especially culpable, I beg Bodhi Ancestor to mete out punishment, and I will harbor no grievances."
Upon seeing this, Elder Xingqiong and the others also knelt down one after another.
