"Clan Leader Ye, our table doesn't serve alcohol or meat. If you'd like to have them, please go back to your own table," said a middle-aged nun.
"Why do you monks and nuns have to torture yourselves like this? Alcohol and meat are the finest delicacies in the world, and you actually refuse to enjoy them. Alas, it's as if you've lived your lives in vain," Ye Wutian shook his head and sighed.
The monks and nuns were all rendered speechless.
Then, Jingkong quietly asked, "Clan Leader Ye, have you thought through your plan of action?"
Ye Wutian shook his head and replied, "As you can see, the defenses of the Wan Residence are even stricter than the imperial palace of the past. Not to mention a person of my size, even a mouse couldn't sneak in."
"Indeed, Benefactor Wan must proceed with caution," Jingkong reminded him.
Ye Wutian nodded, "Now, we can only play it by ear."
