When everyone heard this, they still found it somewhat hard to accept.
Being secluded in the temple for a whole year would have too great an impact on them…
But as things had progressed to this stage, no one dared to object; they could only channel all their pent-up anger toward Daoist Changmin.
They glared at Daoist Changmin with uncontrollable rage, as if they wished they could tear him limb from limb.
Having caused such a stir, Jiangli, along with Xia Xin and Fu'er, had already slipped their minds.
Meanwhile, as Jiangli and others were on their way back to Jiaoyang Temple, in the airport of F City.
"Wenzhe, hurry up!"
Yao Xuanhang, carrying his backpack, had just emerged from the airport corridor and was walking briskly forward in excitement.
Seeing Cui Wenzhe trailing behind at a leisurely pace, he frowned in irritation, reached out to grab Cui Wenzhe's arm, and yanked it hard to pull him closer, urging him to move faster.
