The independent world of the monk.
Watching the Taoist outside being relentlessly beaten down by the seemingly young girl, Linglong, and the woman from the Barbarian race lying unconscious, the expression of the monk was incredibly gloomy.
Where is the scholar!?
Why hasn't he shown up yet?
What is he observing!?
Doesn't he know?
The union of the four of them can't be missing one!?
The jurisdiction of the monk was only slightly open.
Looking out, there were limits.
Fundamentally, he also did not know where the scholar was hiding.
The four of them, each one indispensable, but it could not be said that they had a united heart.
They were each wary of each other.
Therefore, the monk did not know.
At this moment, the scholar had chosen manly resilience.
He had silently restrained his own cultivation level and allowed himself to be captured.