His Majesty Joins Hands with Qingqing, Two Great Luck! (1)

Ji Longtai suddenly fainted, startling Madam Ji.

At first, she thought the monk had used some underhanded means. But as the dizziness surged through her nerves, she finally panicked.

"Master! Master, save me!" Mrs. Ji clutched the monk's robe, pleading, "Master…"

Despair and fear filled her eyes, and her voice abruptly halted, the rest of her cries stuck in her throat.

As her vision was engulfed by darkness, she too collapsed unconscious.

The young monk had only sneaked out with his master for some barbecue and had never witnessed such a scene.

His legs felt weak, and he clung tightly to the monk's sleeve, panic-stricken. "Master! Master, are they dead?"

"No, they've merely fainted," the monk reassured him. "I warned them long ago, but they didn't take me seriously."

It had only been a couple of months since then.