"The little monk said he was fourteen?!"
"That's impossible!"
Ke Biqun sensed something unusual behind her on the horse, disbelief flashing through her beautiful eyes.
The arms wrapped around her waist seemed to radiate some sort of magic, sending all kinds of wild thoughts through her mind...
With the horses' help, the group traveled quickly. After a full day's journey, they reached the next town, Guan River Town, and arrived at an inn covered in dust from the road.
Ke Biqun, whose cultivation was only at the initial stage of Qi Accumulation and who was drenched in fragrant sweat from riding all the way, hurriedly asked the innkeeper to send hot water and a bath barrel to her room. After greeting the others, she returned to her room early to rest.
"You're acting strange."
Jiang Zhiwei shot Xu Yue, who wore an utterly innocent expression, a meaningful glance, her face full of scrutiny.
As an expert who had already opened her Ear Aperture, despite all the noise along the way, she had still heard some suspicious sounds.
"Amitabha. This little monk is indeed tired. The female benefactor has sharp eyes."
Xu Yue praised her. In truth, he had not done anything. The only reason that female benefactor had become so excited was because they were nearby.
The real culprits were them.
Jiang Zhiwei could not help rolling her eyes at him. Then, as she went upstairs, she said,
"Little monk, whether you return to secular life in the future or not, you are still a Shaolin monk for now. You must observe the monastic rules. Otherwise, if your martial arts are crippled and you are expelled from Shaolin, that would be the greatest loss."
Qing Ying had also heard Jiang Zhiwei's words and snorted coldly.
"Women only slow the