"Are you deaf or blind?" the aggressive shout continued, "I understand now! Surely, you little thieves are feeling guilty! How dare you steal in broad daylight!"
"You... you..." As the man reached this point in his rant, he suddenly sensed that something was off.
The words he intended to say next were all stuck in his throat.
Because he noticed that among those people, there was a monk.
And astonishingly, the monk carried a very chilling broadsword on his back!
With nine golden rings hanging from the broadsword, coupled with Monk Zhi Kong's worried and bitter expression, plus some bruises on his face that hadn't completely faded...
At first glance!
He looked just like a bald bandit who had run down from a mountain stronghold!
Moreover, the Taoist Priest standing next to the monk... This was the very first time in his three or four decades of life that he had seen such a tall person, and he could vaguely feel an oppressive aura emanating from him.
