Because of Vera's special status, the people of Xirong seemed to see a savior in him.

"Master, save me! Master, save me..."

They faced Vera and knelt down.

In their minds, monks are all compassionate.

However, as soon as he knelt down, the barbarian soldiers lashed him with their whips, causing him to cry out for his parents.

They had no choice but to get up hastily and continue to be led by the soldiers toward the prison cells ahead.

Gu Xiaoran was genuinely curious about this foreign monk.

However, his mind was entirely focused on the distant Qiu Yan, who was facing away from him.

He wanted to stop and rush into his mother's arms.

However, at this moment, his steps were taking him further and further away from his mother.

He was anxious and tried to break free several times, but Xuanming Xuanying held his wrist tightly.

He dared not shout, for fear of implicating Xuanming and Xuanying again and causing them to be punished in his place.

The whips of barbarian soldiers are indiscriminate.

Xuanming and Xuanying didn't want to see these barbarian soldiers take their anger out on their young master again, or even harm his life, so they held onto his wrists tightly.

They had no interest in observing the foreign monks in the distance; they simply lowered their eyes and walked silently.

"Chanyu, what...did they...do wrong?" Vera began in his broken Chinese.

As he spoke, he glanced at Qiu Yan.

Qiu Yan met his gaze, then shook her head at him.

Qiu Yan knew Vera was kind-hearted, but for now, she should prioritize her own safety.

Huyan Xun glanced sideways.

"You wicked monk, you can't even speak properly, yet you want to save people?"

He simply couldn't stand Vera's Chinese pronunciation.

"I am not a demonic monk." Because Huyan Xun had once called him that, he specifically asked Qiu Yan what those two words meant.

Qiu Yan explained to him that "妖" means alluring or beautiful, and "僧" means monk.

He felt that using the word "stunning" to describe him was highly inappropriate.

In his understanding, the word "monk" was a respectful title for a monk with spiritual cultivation, so he felt that he was not qualified to be called a monk.

"The sorcerer monk has never admitted to being a sorcerer monk." Huyan Xun was in a good mood; otherwise, he wouldn't have had the patience to listen to Vera's words.

Vera shook her head, no longer correcting her.

Seeing the prisoners being tortured in the distance, crying and wailing, he felt both helpless and heartbroken.

"Chanyu, why did you kill him?"

Just now, he saw the barbarian soldiers killing people one after another from a great distance.

"Why? Is it any of your business?" Huyan Xun bared his fangs.

"You wicked monk, instead of staying in your own temple chanting scriptures, you're meddling in my affairs. I think you're just bored and have nothing better to do." Huyan Xun drew his scimitar, intending to intimidate him.

Vera was alarmed, but did not back down.

He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, his eyes slightly lowered.

"As the Buddhist teachings say, 'Put down the butcher's knife, repent and do good, and you will achieve your goal.'"

Huyan Xun narrowed his eyes, his impatience deepening.

"Get out of my way! If you dare to get in my way again, I'll skin you alive!"

Seeing that Vera refused to leave, Huyan Xun's face showed anger.

Just as he was about to place his scimitar against Vera's neck, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He groaned and looked around.

Finally, their gaze fell upon Qiu Yan.

What did you do to me?

Qiu Yan shook her head, indicating that she had not done anything:

"You overestimate my abilities. I'm just an ordinary woman."

"Who could it be? Who dares to hurt me?" Huyan Xun touched his stinging shoulder again, but the pain did not subside.

Qiu Yan: "It's Buddha!"

She silently prayed to herself, "I'm so sorry, so sorry."