He really was eighteen!
Everyone present was over forty, yet even counting the two Temple Masters, the number who had become ninth-tier Holy Knights could be counted on one hand.
The Deputy Temple Master bowed, then said with a smile, "Hehe, heroes truly do emerge from the young. My name is He Jun, He Xiaowu's grandfather. Thank you for showing mercy before and giving him a chance to atone."
His tone clearly indicated his approval of this young Temple Master. Though young, his strength, bearing, and conduct suited him to becoming their next leader.
He probably would not disregard what was right over some personal grievance, either.
Yang Tian remembered that there did seem to have been such a person, so he said, "So you're Temple Master He. I wonder how he's doing."
Temple Master He paused. "He... has already atoned."
There was a certain sorrow in his voice.
He had fought to the very last moment, facing a sixth-rank Gold-Patterned Twin-Blade Demon, and had ultimately fallen.
Hearing this, Yang Tian fell silent.
Although he had foreseen this day, he had not expected him to really... At least he, too, had defended his homeland.
Thousands upon thousands of demons had died in this holy war, and humanity had suffered grievous losses as well. A year had passed. It was time for it to end.
Among the people Yang Tian knew, the woman named Li Xin had still been unable to escape the fate of losing an arm. A Gold-Patterned Twin-Blade Demon had done that, too.
Gold-Patterned Twin-Blade Demons were lord-class beings among Twin-Blade Demons. Each possessed sixth-rank strength and pursued a path based purely on external spiritual power. With their sharp twin blades, even knights or warriors of the same rank had no confidence in killing them one-on-one.
Yang Tian