Faced with Zen Master Rong He's death stare, little monk Jian Ren's bald head began to sweat like a watermelon that had just melted from the morning frost.
I don't know how to explain this either, " he scratched his head and said, " "As soon as I saw him summoning a monster, I quickly flew over to report to you. Now that I think about it, there were some muffled sounds behind us, and there were indeed traces of magic here. Could it be possible that she urged him to destroy the evidence?"
"If that's the case, how do you prove that he's summoning a monster here?" Zen Master Rong He asked.
"I've seen it with my own eyes." Jian Ren glared at him.
"Where's the evidence?"
"He destroyed it." Jianren pointed in that direction again.
"Then that's all you have to say." Zen Master Rong He gave him a thumbs up.
if you put it this way, " he continued, " am I saying that you can peek at your fellow apprentices bathing every day? there's no evidence anyway.
