"Master, I really don't know the spell to conceal spiritual aura."
Jin Xu earnestly said.
The pot-bellied monk felt that the man before him was insulting his intelligence.
If it were someone else, he would have definitely become angry.
But if it were a little Taoist monk.
Well, think about yesterday's Golden Thunderbolt.
Forget it, the Buddhist scriptures say, "Anger leads to misfortune."
"Amitabha, since Master Jin is reluctant to trade, I will not insist. After all, the relatives of the pill creator are here, and you can surely ask her for the pills."
The monk intoned a Buddhist chant towards the little Taoist and then looked at Yu Yaoer on the side.
Jin Xu, having heard the monk's words, felt quite helpless.
How could this monk not listen to him? He truly did not know any spell to conceal spiritual aura!
The little Taoist felt wronged...
"But this monk just said that the pill creator's relative is here?"
Jin Xu followed the other's gaze toward Little Fish Demon.
