"It will defy heaven! You can't do it!" the abbot shook his head and said. His expression was no longer calm.

"What if I insist?" Wen Xichi insisted on getting an exact answer from the abbot.

"Blood will flow like a river, and our dynasty will..." the abbot said with a pale face. Suddenly, he rubbed his forehead and then looked up at Wen Xichi. "Benefactor Wen, stop thinking about it, please! It's impossible!"

"No! It is possible somehow, right?" ...