Although her impression of Wen Gaoren had greatly improved, if this incident happened outside Huayu City, Mu Hanyan might not interfere. After all, she still needed to hide her identity and try to avoid trouble as much as possible. But this was Huayu Temple, and Wen Gaoren was a guest they invited back. If he was beaten and taken away like this, how could Huayu Temple have any dignity left?
More importantly, the other party injured Yan Qingshan and Qi Ming without any reason as soon as they arrived. If she couldn't seek justice for them, what would others think and how would they view her as the chief priest?
When Mu Hanyan took over the position of chief priest, she promised An Xiaxin and others that she would lead the Huayu Temple out of its predicament and restore its former glory, instead of living in mediocrity.
Well, even if we don't talk about the dignity of the Flower Rain Temple and the prestige of the chief priest, given Miss Mu's nature, how could she pretend that nothing happened? If she could really tolerate such a thing, she would not be the most dissolute lady in Anyun.
As a person, one must always have a certain level of perseverance and conviction. She must never allow her own people to be bullied or humiliated by others. This is Miss Mu's conviction.
As she spoke, Mu Hanyan's hand was already on the hilt of the sword. Although her expression and tone were so calm, she was so proud and so confident.
Ou Mingzhi's pupils shrank slightly. Although judging from the white cloud pattern embroidered on the sacrificial robe, Mu Hanyan was only an eighth-rank divine priest, for some reason, this calmness and composure gave him a sense of danger.
Being able to be established as the young master of the family at such an early age, his qualifications are much stronger than Long Wudang, his spiritual power is more powerful, and his intuition about danger is much sharper.
"Hahahaha, you ignorant little girl! Just because you're from the Flower Rain Temple, do you think my young master has the right to take you seriously?" A follower laughed unscrupulously. He didn't have the powerful divine sense of Ou Mingzhi, so naturally he couldn't see what was so scary about Mu Hanyan.
"Sir, why bother talking to him? These self-righteous losers still think that the Huayu Temple is the same Huayu Temple as before. Without the protection of the Lord God, they are nothing. If they dare to complain, just beat them up. If they get angry, just kill them directly." Another follower said more arrogantly.
"Shut up." Ou Mingzhi scolded with a sullen face.
The followers were slightly startled, and then they noticed that the way their young master looked at Mu Hanyan was a little different from usual, and was unusually solemn.
Could it be that this little girl was so extraordinary? But judging from her sacrificial robes, she was only an eighth-rank divine priest? Although they were puzzled, no one dared to disobey Ou Mingzhi and they all kept their mouths shut.
"You are the chief priest of the Flower Rain Temple. What's your name?" Ou Mingzhi asked in a condescending manner.
Although this woman gave him an unnecessary intuition about danger, given his status and strength, he was not really afraid of her just because of a little intuition.
"Mu Hanyan." Mu Hanyan still looked calm and unperturbed.
"It turns out to be Chief Priest Mu. We were indeed reckless today. I apologize to you. However, Wen Gaoren is a priest of our Lingyu Temple, and this is also a family matter. Please don't interfere, Chief Priest." Ou Mingzhi said.
Hearing his words, the followers behind him were all surprised. As far as they could remember, this was the first time their young master had humbled himself and apologized to others. Was this Mu Hanyan, the chief priest of the Huayu Temple, really that terrifying and worthy of his attention?
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