Seeing Xie Zhan so dejected, Wen Li didn't know what to say for a moment.
According to Xie Zhan, he was a puppet emperor whose power was divided among the court officials, leading to widespread suffering and rebellion. He was indeed a tyrant in the eyes of the people at the time, but no one cared about a seven-year-old child being forced to become a puppet, and no one was there to teach him anything.
It's unclear who is right and who is wrong.
Wen Li took out the gourd that Wanwan had given her: "Your soul is unstable. I'll burn some incense for you later, and you can stay in the gourd for a while."
Xie Zhan was somewhat wary: "What if they take me in and then don't let me out? There was a bunch of sons of bitches who trapped me before. If I hadn't lived as a ghost for so many years, I would have been captured and enslaved long ago."
After hearing this, Wen Li felt that something was amiss: "Has someone contacted you?"
"Yes." Xie Zhan nodded: "There were at least a hundred people, all wearing Taoist robes. But luckily there is an array under my tomb, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to defeat them."
Wen Li pondered for a while.
There were over a hundred Taoist priests dressed in robes, and it looked like a large Taoist temple. They were able to successfully enter the tomb, so they must have some Taoist skills. Most of these Taoist priests have already been recruited by the Celestial Masters Association.
The fact that such a large group of Celestial Masters went undiscovered suggests that these people had no intention of joining the Celestial Masters Association.
Or perhaps...
They are not on the same wavelength at all.
Wen Li took a deep breath, looked at Xie Zhan, and then at the gourd: "I'll give you three seconds to think about whether you're coming in or not."
Xie Zhan: ? ? ?
Wen Li: "One, it's time."
Xie Zhan: !!!
Depend on!
Xie Zhan shouted, "You have no martial ethics!"
Xie Zhan nimbly crawled into the gourd.
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