When Yellow Wind Marquis Ming Tang saw the armored soldiers of the Marquisate of Nanhe, their mouths and noses covered, standing guard every three steps and sentry every ten, tightly surrounding the Shahe City Branch Temple, his footsteps became as heavy as if lead had been poured into them!
How transcendent was the Heaven Temple's status? Even if it was merely a branch temple in a tiny marquisate, not even those duchies with inheritances spanning tens of thousands of years would dare send armored soldiers to surround it.
There was only one circumstance in which the Marquisate of Nanhe would dare surround the Shahe City Branch Temple with armored soldiers: to preserve the Branch Temple exactly as it was, without moving so much as a hair.
When would it need protecting? Those same three words—everyone was dead.
Only when everyone in the Shahe City Branch Temple had died would they dare act.
At that instant, Yellow Wind Marquis Ming Tang's legs went a little weak. A branch temple of the Heaven Temple had been slaughtered to the last man—this was practically like punching a hole through the sky. The trouble was enormous.
As a divine envoy, he absolutely could not escape involvement!
When those soldiers with covered mouths and noses saw Ming Tang dressed as a Heaven Temple disciple, every one of them actually revealed delighted expressions.
An old man with a haggard face and a long beard reaching his chest hurried toward Ming Tang in a small run. He looked as though he had seen his savior.
"Master, someone from your Heaven Temple has finally arrived! Our Marquisate of Nanhe can guarantee that when we stormed the city, the Shahe City Branch Temple was already like this.
"Everything that happened in this Shahe Temple has nothing, nothing at all,