Upon hearing this, Zhang Xian's mouth twitched rhythmically.
He had previously encountered a group of people whom he thought were looking to cause him trouble. Now that he heard that others had also been attacked, and that many had been captured, he was a bit surprised.
The strength of God's Spokesperson was indeed good, no organization dared to confront them at present.
However, the strength of their Huaxia ancient martial arts world was also not bad. In theory, God's Spokesperson shouldn't be foolish enough to act ostentatiously in their ancient martial world.
If a real confrontation took place, even if God's Spokesperson won the final victory, it would inevitably be a pyrrhic victory.
"Lord Zhang, it seems rather restless recently, you better be careful."
Zhang Xian laughed and asked, "Did you call just to remind me to be careful? Or does your temple have any thoughts on this matter?"