Let your Senior Brother tell you how cruel the world of cultivators is... wait, what the f*ck?
Editor: Kurisu
Ye Si controlled her flying golden book and brought Song Shuhang, Guoguo, Shi, and Zhu toward Wenzhou City. The navigator turned out to be pretty reliable, and Senior Sister Ye Si didn't lose her way.
On the huge golden book, the small monk was sitting cross-legged with his hands joined together, busy silently chanting buddhist scriptures.
Although he had an indifferent expression on his face, he was silently praying in his heart.
Senior White, Senior White, please, make it so that Senior Brother Song Shuhang doesn't hit me and only scolds me a little... and if he really has to hit me, hopefully, he will be gentle and won't hit me until I shiet all over the place.
Earlier, when he was in the Faraway Wandering Temple, the small monk had decided to abandon Buddha and throw himself into Senior White's embrace. Therefore, the person he was praying to had changed into Senior White.