Inside the meditation hall, monks in plain robes were asleep, slumbering soundly.
Suddenly hearing some movement, they opened their eyes—only for two faces wearing terrifying smiles to burst into their line of sight!
Before they could even scream, the monks were "physically lulled to sleep," falling into an even deeper slumber...
Ji Yan and Li Qingzhi stood around the unconscious monk like two hungry wolves that had caught a little lamb.
"One monk can only make one stick of incense."
"Brother Ji, this one's yours. I'll go catch another," Li Qingzhi said at once, sounding rushed.
Ji Yan shook his head. "You take him. You found him first, after all."
Li Qingzhi waved him off. "You got swallowed for over a thousand points. I'm not stealing from you."
"Since we chose the same auxiliary temple, we're partners."
Ji Yan said, "I don't like owing favors."
"You take him. If you keep refusing, I'm getting mad."
While everyone else scrambled to catch monks as "incense-making materials," these two were being unusually polite, pushing the prize back and forth, even seeming on the verge of getting upset.
Li Qingzhi opened his mouth, then could only say, "Fine."
"Then hurry up. I'll light the incense first!"
Ji Yan nodded seriously and turned to leave the temple.
But as he departed, he summoned Blood Sis and had her remain on the roof of the meditation hall...
Ji Yan moved through the pavilions, but showed no intention of searching. He strolled along leisurely and even yawned.
He even saw other Players fighting fiercely over a monk, yet he merely watched like a bored onlooker, with no intention of joining in.
After killing enough time, Ji Yan returned to the auxiliary temple, where Li Qingzhi had been waiting for quite a while.
There were obvious injuries