Ye Ling felt so angry inside, originally thinking that a refined sword immortal had arrived, the kind that does not partake in the mundane world's delights.
Who would have known that a scoundrel had come instead, completely a lecherous old monk, giving off the feeling that he had brought a wolf into the house?
"Stop, stop, don't hit me anymore, I am wrong, Daoist brother, rest assured, this time I will definitely diligently cultivate through the Mortal Tribulation and follow by your side, fulfilling my promise!"
Ao Hongchen hastily raised his hands to beg for mercy, joking, if the beating continued, a few more slaps and he would be crippled, to hell with women and money then.
Being alive, that was the most important thing because as long as he was alive, there would be endless beauties throwing themselves at him, countless wealth flowing into his pockets, allowing him to properly experience the Mortal Tribulation.
