He continued to lead his men, blocking Yan Xing's path.
Yan Xing dropped his cigarette butt on the ground and gestured for his subordinates to lower their guns.
"If you serve the gods, then devote yourselves wholly to serving them. Seeking personal gain in the name of the gods… isn't that the greatest blasphemy?" Yan Xing spoke leisurely to the Temple Knights before him. "In these past two days, how many innocent people have died? How many are still buried under the rubble?
How many will be unable to survive the coming winter because they've lost their homes?
How many of them are devout believers of the gods?
How many have come to the Temple to pray, asking the gods for a blessed life?
What role did the gods play in this disaster?
And how will your Temple explain to the gods what happened here?"
This barrage of questions from Yan Xing made the Temple Knights' expressions turn exceedingly grim.
