Snatching the Chakram

Monk Zhi Shan clasped his palms together in greeting before he politely said, "It's thanks to your gifts that my wounds have recently healed, Almsgiver Zhao. How are your injuries, Almsgiver Zhao?"

"I'm alright." Chu Li quietly sat on the cattail hassock.

Monk Zhi Shan shook his head. "Almsgiver Zhao, it seems that your cultivation level has deteriorated again. How unfortunate."

Zhao Dahe's current cultivation level was vastly different than before. It was very obvious that Zhao Dahe's cultivation level had deteriorated greatly due to the wounds that Monk Zhi Shan had inflicted on him. Monk Zhi Shan was delighted to notice this situation.

Chu Li said, "Monk Zhi Shan, I've heard that you managed to solve the Womb Mystery. That means that you've remembered your past self. Were you a man or a woman in your past life?"

"Hmph!" Monk Zhi Shan's expression instantly darkened.