Zhao Hai looked at the two of them and raised one of his palms in greeting. He said in a deep voice, " "Amitabha. Benefactors, we meet again. Your gifts are a little heavy, I can't accept them,"
The male cultivator from the sword dance sect looked at Zhao Hai and sneered, " "Monk, we let you win by one move during the day, so we're here to get back at you,"
Zhao Hai looked at the male cultivator and sneered, " "Are the two of you really here to get back at me? And not for that?" Zhao Hai glanced at the entrance of the cave.
The male cultivator sneered, " monk, you should be the one asking this. During the day, you were acting like you didn't get any benefits at all. Now, you're guarding this place like a dog. Don't you know that monks don't lie? "
Zhao Hai looked at the male cultivator and smiled, " "Almsgiver is right. Monks don't lie. I really didn't get any treasures. I still say so even now."
