The monks of Tianyang Temple were indifferent and did not scheme; they let everything follow its natural course.
"I had long heard that Tianyang City had a Tianyang Temple, housing true highly virtuous monks. If only I could meet those masters and ask them some questions," Han Mengqi said with a look of longing.
Qiu Yan smirked, her words tinged with dissatisfaction, "Those monks are no good."
"What do you mean?" Xiao Han and Han Mengqi were surprised. Could it be that Qiu Yan had some encounter with them? Seeing her indignant expression, it couldn't be that she had actually run into some lecherous monks. But then again, which monk would have such peculiar tastes?
If Qiu Yan knew what these two were thinking, she would most likely kick each of them.
Her face full of displeasure, she angrily said, "I've been here several times just to ask about marital prospects, but those monks stubbornly refused to meet me, saying I had no fate with them."
