As they spoke, Pu Miao led a handful of his Monks to within a few meters of Yang An, smiling as he looked at him.
Yang An strained with all his might, but just as Pu Miao had said, he was completely unable to budge the beams of Golden Radiance piercing his body. Defeated, he could only lower his hands and turn to face the bald-headed monks.
"Are you here for me, Master?"
"I am!"
Pu Miao nodded. "To be precise, I've come for our temple's great treasure. I would like to ask you, Benefactor, to return it. Afterward, you will come to my temple to serve and chant sutras for a hundred years to atone for your grievous sins."
"..."
"Master, creating Demon Fiends, raising bandits, bringing calamity to the common people... aren't *you* the ones with grievous sins? How could that term possibly have anything to do with me?"
Yang An said with a wry smile, but the pain from the Golden Radiance made the corner of his mouth twitch uncontrollably.
