While Lin Fan was having the time of his life, Reverend Shakya's eyes were being pierced continuously.
Each time Reverend Shakya witnessed the huge 'weapons' of that childlike faced chick making contact and bouncing on Lin Fan's skin one after another, his eyes felt as though they were sore.
"Why does this poor monk not have a share in this sort of a wondrous affair?" Reverend Shakya lamented in his heart, feeling exceptionally sad. Lin Fan, on the other hand, was feeling mushy all over his body. This wondrous feeling was making its rounds around his heart.
However, Lin Fan was a man of morals! How could he be bewitched by something as such?
Boom!
All of a sudden, an explosion rang out.
Lin Fan raised his head gently. A black mountain stood far in the distance. On that mountain, countless weapons were pierced on the ground while innumerable corpses laid around.
