Deep into the night, outside the capital of the Wus Nation, the clanging and clamoring finally ceased.
The Old Lama was subdued, hooked through the collarbone, with iron chains binding his hands and feet.
Yibai and the Ten Kings were about to enter the city to investigate the situation, when they saw the scent of incense and the light of Buddha approaching.
Such a situation naturally invigorated both Yibai and the Ten Kings.
Especially Yibai, who keenly sensed that something was amiss.
Only now had they just captured the Old Lama.
And already someone from the Buddhist Sect was coming.
What did this mean?
"Prime Star, the arrivals bear ill will,"
King Qinguang warned.
"Please, everyone, be on your guard."
Yibai also had the same feeling.
They prepared for battle, not daring to slacken,
under the watchful eyes of Yibai and the Ten Kings.
