Such an elegant Monk.
Before the astounded eyes of the crowd, the young chief monk brought his hands together in a salute.
Only then did Xin Lin realize that he had inadvertently grabbed a monk?
No, that was wrong. This monk was extremely cunning; clearly able to speak and hear, so why hadn't he said a single word before?
Previously, he even commented on how ugly the man was to the point of being scary. If such a dignified face could be considered ugly, then there would be no handsome men in the world. Wasn't this digging his own grave?
Xin Lin was so irritated his teeth itched, completely forgetting that he himself had forcefully dragged the person over without giving him a chance to speak.
"Little monk, monks don't lie. Are these two thieves really your disciples?"
Pharmacist Zhang came back to his senses.
Looking at the little monk again, his jade-like face was handsome, appearing to be in his late twenties.
