"Master, please wait~!"
By the side of Mulberry Elm Path, Zhao Rong sped up his horse, shouting again.
The big monk had been running for half the night. Hearing the sound of hoofbeats drawing near, he realized that the person behind him was calling out to him and promptly stopped and turned around.
He saw a young man in a blue robe gently pulling on the reins, dismounting and approaching.
The stars and moon were dim last night, shrouded in darkness.
The big monk seemed reckless, but he was attentive to detail and was not foolish.
Having fought a large battle during the night, he knew this young man was no slouch in martial arts.
"Young brother, what do you want with me?"
It was only now that Zhao Rong got a clear look at the big monk's appearance; besides being tall, his face was also extremely fat and round.
In his heart, he had already guessed the monk's identity with considerable certainty.
