Jiang Ruchu and the others were all startled. What Mu Hanyan said was exactly what they were most worried about. Even if they really joined forces to defeat Mu Hanyan, or even killed her on the spot, how would they explain it if the batch of five-colored soul beads were not on her.

Although they all believed Ou Mingzhi's words, it was only one person's opinion after all, and others might not necessarily believe it. Moreover, Mu Hanyan's strength was there. If they couldn't control her and the matter escalated, there would be no way to resolve it.

The two sides were on the verge of a fight, but no one dared to take the first step. The atmosphere in the hall was heavy and weird.

"Master Priest, uncle and nephew Zhao Xinghu and Zhao Zhiyuan are back." At this moment, a priest came in to report. After he finished speaking, he found that the situation in the hall was strange and he stood there in a daze.

"They are back, hahahaha, God is really helping me, let them come over quickly." Guan Xiu Jin was overjoyed when he heard this, and ignored the priest's surprise, and said with a wave of his hand.

However, Mu Hanyan and Gao Weihu's hearts sank slightly.

Soon, Zhao Xinghu and Zhao Zhiyuan, uncle and nephew, were brought to the main sacrificial hall.

Their luck was slightly better than Ou Mingzhi's. Although their magical instruments shattered and fell into the depths of the wasteland, they encountered no beasts. However, one of them had lost an arm and the other a leg in the Blackwood Prison. They supported each other all the way back to the Temple of Life, both of them dusty and shabby, looking even more miserable than refugees wandering the wasteland.

When they saw Mu Hanyan, they were shocked at first, and then, their eyes subconsciously revealed deep hatred. The scene of Zhao Xinghong's tragic death in the explosion seemed to replay before their eyes.

"Mu Hanyan, now that Zhao Xinghu and Zhao Zhiyuan are back, I wonder if you have anything else to say. Hahahaha." Guan Xiujin laughed heartily and then asked the two, "Master Zhao, my dear nephew Zhiyuan, Ou Mingzhi just said that Master Zhao Xinghong was killed by Mu Hanyan, and that Master Zhao's storage bracelet containing over 200,000 multicolored soul beads also fell into her hands. Mu Hanyan has been refusing to admit it. Tell me, what exactly is going on?"

When saying this, Guan Xiu Jin sneered at Mu Hanyan, his eyes full of sarcasm.

If only Ou Mingzhi spoke up to testify, Mu Hanyan could still say that he was framing her, but now Zhao Xinghu and his nephew have also returned. As the saying goes, three people can make a tiger, and many mouths can melt gold. Can she still say that everyone is framing her?

The most important thing is that Ou Mingzhi is just the son of a chief priest in a lower-level temple, and his words carry limited weight. However, Zhao Xinghu and his nephew are Zhao Xinghong's closest relatives, and Zhao Xinghu himself is one of the twelve punishment priests of the Temple of Life. Even if any trouble really occurs, it can be blamed on the two of them.

He had already made up his mind that even if Mu Hanyan handed over the five-colored soul bead at this time, he would teach him a lesson to vent his hatred.

Zhao Xinghu and Zhao Zhiyuan's eyes lit up simultaneously, burning with hatred. These past few days, they'd been traversing the wilderness, one with a broken leg, the other with a broken arm, and had suffered immensely. Whenever they thought of Zhao Xinghong's tragic death, they were heartbroken, and even dreamed of Mu Hanyan's death.

After hearing Guan Xiujin's words, they realized that all the Five-Colored Soul Orbs obtained from the Blackwood Prison hunt had fallen into Mu Hanyan's hands. Having lived in the Temple of Life since birth, they naturally knew how important these Five-Colored Soul Orbs were to the Temple of Life. It wouldn't be surprising if Guan Xiujin even killed Mu Hanyan to retrieve them.

This is also a great opportunity for them to take revenge.

Jiang Ruchu and others grasped the hilts of their swords and took another step closer.

Noticing the burning hatred in the two men's eyes, as well as the stern expressions of Jiang Ruchu and the others, Gao Weihu tightened his grip on the hammer. As a former black market magnate, he was accustomed to intrigue and conspiracy, so how could he not guess what Guan Xiujin was planning? If Zhao Xinghu and his nephew also began to accuse Mu Hanyan, they would undoubtedly attack in unison, severely inflicting heavy damage before forcing them to reveal the whereabouts of the multicolored soul beads.

Even if they still got nothing in the end, they had no scruples and just put the blame on Zhao Xinghu and his nephew.

It was a pity that they hadn't immediately hunted down the two guys, otherwise they would have gotten into such a big trouble. However, it wasn't their fault. Zhao Xinghu, his uncle, and his nephew were sent out of the Black Wood Prison by that magical instrument. The Divine Continent was so vast that even if they had hunted them down with all their might, there would have been no way out.

Gao Weihu was determined to kill them immediately if they dared to utter a single word. With his current strength, coupled with his life shield, even Guan Xiujin and the others might not be able to stop him. Of course, he didn't care what would happen after killing these two.

"Lord Zhao, Brother Zhiyuan, I didn't expect that you would return safely. It's such a blessing." At this moment, Mu Hanyan said with a look of relief.

Uncle Zhao Xinghu and his nephew, who were about to speak, were slightly startled. "We returned to the Temple of Life alive, and you should be the most disappointed person. What a lucky thing!"

"When I first heard that Lord Zhao died tragically in the Black Wood Prison, I was sad for a long time. Fortunately, you have returned safely. If Lord Zhao is still in heaven, he can rest in peace." Mu Hanyan said while choking and wiping away tears. Her sincere look even moved Gao Weihu.

If you don't know, you would think that she and Zhao Xinghong are close friends, what a good relationship they have.

Both Zhao Xinghu and his nephew were a bit bewildered. Although Zhao Xinghong had died by self-detonation, he could also be considered to have died at Mu Hanyan's hands. Why was she showing mercy? Looking at Mu Hanyan's red eyes, gleaming with tears, for a moment, they even suspected that their memories were misinterpreted.

The two were confused and bewildered, and the words that were on the tip of their tongues got stuck in their throats and they didn't say them out.

"Don't worry, although Lord Zhao Xinghong accidentally lost the five-colored soul beads obtained in this hunt, it was not his intention, and he did not violate the laws of the temple. Moreover, Lord Zhao was loyal to his duties and died heroically for the temple. I will speak up for justice and clear Lord's name. I believe that Chief Priest Guan and the other lords will also treat the Zhao family well to comfort Lord Zhao's spirit in heaven. By the way, you also have to mourn. I heard that Lord Zhao gave up his life just to save you from the Black Wood Prison. If something unexpected happens to you again, how can you be worthy of Lord Zhao's painstaking efforts?" Just when the two were confused, they heard Mu Hanyan say in a loud voice.

The two men's faces changed and cold sweat broke out.

This time, they finally understood what Mu Hanyan meant.