"Master Xuanzang, what is going on here? I hope you can provide me with a reasonable explanation!" The crowd in the Royal City parted, and the King of Miefa Nation stepped forward, his face looking extremely displeased, as he stared at Jiang Liu and spoke.
Although the events of that night had made the King of Miefa Nation keen to avoid conflict with Master Xuanzang's group, as the king, there were some matters he simply could not ignore.
For instance, so many people had been killed or injured. If he, as king, did not step forward to demand an explanation, how could he continue to rule?
"Amitabha, Your Majesty, there is some misunderstanding regarding this matter, please allow this humble monk to explain!" Jiang Liu, with his palms pressed together in a humble and polite gesture, addressed the King of Miefa Nation.
