"Buddy, what are you aiming at? I didn't birth you or raise you, why are you always kneeling before me like I'm your last hope?"
Hao Jian's eyes narrowed, his face expressing a 'Are you kidding me?' look!
"No, it's not that. I... I want to follow you." The Monk suddenly said this with a serious expression, not at all as if he was joking.
"Follow me? Why would you want to follow me?" Hao Jian was startled, then couldn't help but laugh. Could it be that my charm has now even affected men?
Alas, being this handsome is a curse—how can others compete!
"Because what you said is right, we really are too weak, so weak that we don't even qualify to die at your hands. I should be happy that I narrowly escaped death, but after hearing what you said, I found that I couldn't feel happy at all. I feel like maybe I don't want to keep being so weak."
