A well-proportioned monk with a masculine and handsome demeanor now emanates a faint glow, imbuing him with a dignified and grand bearing.
As his eyes sweep across the crowd, the previously noisy multitude falls silent. They all gaze at him with reverence, daring not to behave impudently, especially those who just witnessed the monk subdue a demon with his Purple Gold Bowl.
"Master, please look at these two children. Although Mr. Hu is human, his wife is a demon. Their offspring would be neither human nor demon, a hybrid. Why don't you take them too?"
However, even the noble monk cannot suppress human hearts. Some people still babble, and surprisingly, aim their sharp words at the sobbing boy and girl who look particularly pathetic.
"Shut your bloody mouth, offspring of whores, who dare touch my children?!"
