They were all prepared to fight to the death, but these monks surrendered?
What's going on here?
The followers glared angrily at the monks sprawled across the ground.
Anger at their unwillingness to fight, pity for their misfortune!
Zhao Yi only felt it was ironic.
The followers' faith in the Buddha was even stronger than that of the monks.
The Great Xia Dynasty nurtured them, yet they were never this devoted!
The monks were pleading desperately with Zhao Yi, while the followers glared angrily at him.
The most reactive was a woman in her fifties.
The woman was adorned with jewels, followed by a dozen maids and servants, while two young women who bore a close resemblance to her attended her nearby.
Zhao Yi had seen such an entourage many times in Shengjing City; the matriarchs of noble families loved this display.
