Who were those people? Who did not believe the legend of Son of Yama? Who could let Divine Hall make a sharp turn on attitude? Who could make the Tang Empire suppress the anger and calmly wait? Who could put Great Divine Priest of Light into the dust by saying a word?
A view of a quiet mountain and an old abbey emerged in Li Qingshan's mind. His body suddenly became stiff. Many years ago, when West-Hill Divine Palace had granted him the rank of Great Divine Priest, he had visited that old abbey. It was only once in his life, but it was unforgettable for a lifetime. When he thought of it, he seemed to see that fluttering thin figure beside the cliff, feeling slightly cold all over his body.
Great Divine Priest of Light said, "I don't know what exactly the abbey dean has thought. I respected him from my heart, but I still stuck to my own ideas."