In their eyes, Huo Dharma King is akin to a divine presence.
In fact, Jiang Wansui oversees the Daoist Alliance, managing countless affairs, but it is Huo Dharma King who handles the daily operations of the White Crane Temple.
Because of this, he holds considerable prestige in the hearts of the White Crane Temple disciples.
Now, the Celestial Master's anger has risen, and it is not easily quelled.
The human heart mirrors the divine will, and when the divine is enraged, all beings are merely ants, and all things are but straw dogs.
"Handling things this way will only lead to trouble."
At this moment, even the president of the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance Headquarters felt a sense of helplessness. Apart from muttering to himself, he seemed unable to do anything else.
"Huo Dharma King, do you take me to be a mere ornament?"
At this moment, a piercing voice suddenly rang out. Jiang Yunxian, who had been silent since earlier, moved.
