Wei Xianyun's face was calm, without any change, neither struggling nor resisting, as if nothing had happened.
Upon entering the carriage, Qin Hao looked at her and said, "How do you think the master should punish you?"
Wei Xianyun: "The outskirts of the ten-thousand-mile desert have been surrounded by Buddhist sects, and many more are on their way here. Although it's said that there are three thousand branches of Buddhism on the Western Continent, there are definitely more than that, tens of thousands of branches in total. The number three thousand refers to the more powerful and representative branches."
"So many Buddhist branches have come?" Qin Hao was taken aback for a moment.
Wei Xianyun nodded: "That's right, they're all here for the Shariputra. It's a sacred relic of Buddhism. To be honest, even a Divine Artifact of Buddhism isn't as precious. You should now understand your situation, right? There's no way you can escape with just a few of you. I can help you get out."
