The Temple of Judgment was very grand, and the overall architectural style was solemn and oppressive. Even the atmosphere in the lounge was overbearing.
"What if they bite us back? What should we do?" Yang Xiaofei could not help but be nervous.
Lu Benwei pondered for a while and then lightly said, "Don't panic. Let's wait and see how it goes."
After about half an hour, Lu Benwei and Yang Xiaofei saw that there was no movement from the temple, and their hearts gradually became uneasy.
"Something's wrong. Let's leave."
As soon as he opened the door of the resting room, a group of temple guards in black and gold armor marched in.
"What are you guys doing?" Lu Benwei frowned and asked in a cold voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in a black robe who looked somewhat similar to Mu Wende walked in.
"What are we doing? We're bringing you to justice!"
Sure enough, Lu Benwei's most worrying thing happened.
