Pu Lin sighed and said, "Pope, our Pu Yan clan can no longer serve any purpose in the Allied Forces. Please allow us to return to the rear base. We have done all we can. Whether we can achieve victory in the end depends on you. I believe justice will certainly prevail over evil."
The Pope sighed lightly and said, "Alright, I will send someone to escort you back."
Pu Lin shook his head and said, "Yan Shi, Yan Li, and the remaining dozen Tilu fighters are enough. Yan Shi, you and your brother can escort me back."
Yan Shi and his brother walked up to Prophet Pu Lin, supporting his weak body, and left with the remaining Tilu fighters. Their retreating figures appeared so lonely and weathered.
After a short while, Xuan Ye and Mang Siu returned with very somber expressions. The Pope closed his eyes, sighing lightly, "Speak."
