The fight moments earlier had left the dining hall in shambles.
Several corpses still lay sprawled on the floor, and the wounded groaned without cease.
The abbot of Xiangguo Temple had not pursued the intruders. He remained in the dining hall, directing the monks as they dealt with the aftermath, with no time to investigate anything else.
To them, worshippers were the very foundation of their temple.
Whatever happened, they had to show their concern and reassure the frightened faithful.
Thus, after witnessing the turmoil at Xiangguo Temple, Chen Ye and the others encountered no obstacles and left the temple without trouble.
"What was that just now...?"
Su Guang could not help looking back toward the temple.
A trace of lingering fear colored his voice.
The clash between those two had clearly been far beyond anything someone at his level could interfere in.
"I heard she was from Jinxuan Tower. Apparently, she stole some treasure from Xiangguo Temple."
Chen Ye asked, "Do you know about Jinxuan Tower?"
"I've heard a little. They seem to be a Jianghu faction over in Danling Prefecture, but I don't know exactly what sort of sect they are."
Chen Ye asked no more. Nor did he intend to linger. "Let's go. We shouldn't stay here."
The two hurried down the mountain path, then found their horses and rode back, saying nothing along the way.
After the incident involving Jinxuan Tower, Xiangguo Temple's attention had been drawn entirely to Hua Qingying, and Master Clear Mind's death had become a secondary concern.
An old monk passing away after a grave illness seemed insignificant next to the theft of the temple's treasure, however one looked at it.
Besides, Chen Ye had handled the matter carefully, making it even less likely that anyone would connect it to him.
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