Chapter 561 The Dwarf Disappeared
In a blurred haze, just when he thought he was about to starve to death, a pair of warm hands picked him up.
"Master." The dwarf struggled to open his eyes and in a daze, he saw the kind face of his master again.
The one who picked up the dwarf was a kindly old monk, who looked at the ugly face both lovingly and hatefully, and said resentfully, "You murderous Demon Head, I really don't know whether saving you is right or wrong, alas! After all, it is a human life, and heaven has the virtue of cherishing life, so I'll save you once more."
The old monk had received a distress signal from the dwarf early in the morning, but he did not appear. This disappointing disciple had killed countless innocent lives since he began his wayward path.
After much thought, since they were master and disciple after all, he couldn't bear it and decided to take him back to the mountain to retrain him, hoping that he would reform and not treat human lives as child's play in the future.