"Again with you bald monks, truly persistent like unshakeable ghosts."
"I, World-Shaking Pure Yang, have encountered the bald monks."
Under the bright moon, above the heavens, the Daoist stood with his arms folded, looking at the monk in red with great interest, much like a top predator eyeing a small white rabbit baring its teeth at him.
Yi Chen never expected that it would be the followers of Buddhism causing mischief here, and the fact that these people had penetrated deep into the heart of Great Qin set his mind racing with speculations.
"Daoist Brother, your gaze makes this poor monk very uncomfortable," the Shura monk frowned, "Forget it, let me send you on your way sooner rather than later."
"Among all the monks I've met, Master, you are the funniest," Yi Chen couldn't help but crack a smile upon hearing this, and in an instant, both of them were ready to unleash their most powerful techniques.
At this moment.
