If it hadn't been for Shen Hui forcing him onto the high platform, Yi Chen would have never sought to draw such attention to himself.
Fortunately, he had managed to get through it successfully.
"Damn it, I've offended another family, time to make a quick getaway before Shen Hui comes to seek retribution against me."
Yi Chen called back Little Miao and decided on the spot to make a run for it, cursing Dragon Tiger Mountain half to death in his heart.
Especially Zhang Longyi, whom Yi Chen cursed until even his ancestors were not spared.
Perhaps it was because Yi Chen had disrupted the ritual, but as soon as he left, the previously sunny weather suddenly changed, bringing a light drizzle that seemed to foretell the failure of the Buddhist's grand propagation of faith this time.
Just as Yi Chen was about to leave the city gate, a figure even more formidable than his usual state blocked his path.
Looking up, Yi Chen saw it was the large face of the Commander of the Flaming Army.
