Baiyu's search was very efficient; he was highly motivated when it came to raiding people's houses.
However.
This temple looked large, but there wasn't much inside. Moreover, many places were so gruesomely bloody that one couldn't bear to look directly. It was simply a den of filth, and one couldn't help but wonder how many people this monk had killed.
The more Baiyu searched, the more he was shocked, and a sense of suffocating anger welled up in his heart, a feeling that needed to be released.
Finally.
He simply collected the resources and then set the entire main hall on fire.
The flames soared into the sky, and the crackling sound of burning filled the air.
Long Potian stood next to Baiyu, a trace of lingering sorrow in his eyes: "Brother, do you think I can ever leave this place? If I can't, I can't imagine how to get by in the days to come."
He still hadn't adjusted his mindset.
