"You mustn't bully people too far!"
As soon as Jiangli said this, a commotion erupted within Qingyun Temple.
The younger generation was furiously indignant.
"It was just our senior brother who made a mistake in a moment of negligence. You've already beaten him, and we're willing to let him take the blame alone! This is our Qingyun Temple after all, not your Jiaoyang Temple. Is it your place to sterilize the hen and usurp the rooster's dawn crowing to clean our house?"
"Jiaoyang Temple has always kept to itself, separate from our Qingyun Temple. Is it really necessary to tear each other's faces apart over such a trivial matter, to the point of 'you die, I live'?"
Whether it was closing the temple for a year or being driven out of F City, both options were unacceptable to them.
Nowadays, more and more Taoist temples and Xuanmen noble families were emerging in F City.
The competition was already fierce.
