"Huayu Temple Chief Priest, Mu Hanyan." Zhao Xinggu thought his brother's question was a bit unnecessary, but he still gritted his teeth and said.
"It's really her!" Zhao Xinghong frowned heavily.
"What's wrong, brother? Does Mu Hanyan have some special background?" Zhao Xinggu noticed his brother's furrowed brow and asked, puzzled.
He knew that as the Life God Temple's Right Priest, Zhao Xinghong didn't really regard the heads of the subordinate Twelve Divine Temples, especially Huayu Temple, which despite its long history, had lost much of its prestige over the years and was now ranked below the Twelve Temples. However, Zhao Xinghong's expression suggested that this Mu Hanyan might not be so simple.
"There's no particularly special background, but I was just looking at the dossier sent by Long Aoli. The ultimate winner of this Heavenly Sun Temple's god-offering ceremony turned out to be Mu Hanyan. Her power should not be underestimated." Zhao Xinghong said.
