"No." Bai Di walked over. "We don't have any evidence. If we arrest him now, things will definitely blow up later. It doesn't matter if we suffer a little, but Huanhuan is about to inherit the position of prophet. If others accuse her of killing the innocent, that'll definitely attract bad public opinion."
Xue Ling asked, "Then are we supposed to let them go just like that?"
"Of course not."
"So what are you saying?"
Instead of answering directly, Bai Di stroked Huanhuan's head. "It's getting late. Go to sleep."
"But we haven't finished discussing it, have we?"
"Leave it to the three of us. You don't have to worry about it."
Huanhuan trusted Bai Di a lot. Hearing him say that, she didn't ask further questions. She got up and walked into the bedroom to sleep in peace.
That night, the residence of the high priest of the Dark Moon Temple caught fire. Although the high priest, Wu Huo, was lucky enough to escape, his clothes and hair were burned. He looked very disheveled.
