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"Hmph, that stinky bald donkey wants to see my jade pendant, as if he's worthy with that face of his!"
After leaving the coffee shop, Jiang Yuxin's anger hadn't subsided as she huffed indignantly.
"Exactly, as if someone like him deserves to see what Brother Xiao Feng gave us. In his dreams."
"And he said our gifts were ominous, that we would encounter a disastrous calamity—turns out he's the one who ended up facing it."
"With his shifty eyes, he doesn't look like a proper monk at all—I think he's nothing but a degenerate 'Flower Monk'!"
Jiang Yuxin's words instantly struck a chord with Su Xiaoqin, Liu Yiyi, and Lu Qingqing. The three joined her in righteous indignation, vehemently denouncing the Flower Monk.
"Brother Xiao Feng, where shall we go next?"
Having finished cursing the Flower Monk, Jiang Yuxin looked at Ye Feng with curiosity and asked.
