Mo Yan said solemnly: "That young man accomplished such a great feat back then, but was later framed by his fellow sect members. They were jealous of his amazing talents, and hated that his bravery showed the cowardice of those people. But no one interceded on his behalf. If I had been born two hundred years earlier, I would have saved him single-handedly. He is a hero, and he should not die in the hands of those people. Heroes have a heroic death." There was a hint of desolation on his face.
The monks were speechless for a moment, only listening in trance.
"Master Hongyin, it's funny that I didn't know his name at the time, but I respect him in my heart. I know that if Tianruo Temple's identity is exposed, it will be difficult to escape, and I may even die here. I am also undecided, but when I think of such a person entrusting me with his posthumous affairs, I wonder how to deal with him if he can't fulfill it. In the current situation, I don't want to escape. Even though I die after the battle, I will never regret it."
"You guys come together!"
Intention: love, hate, love and hatred