"Benefactor Nangong?"
Hui An, lying on the ground, looked at the young Daoist above him and called out in confusion.
"Hm?" Hearing this, Nangong Yun opened his eyes and said blearily, "The old monk's voice?"
He swayed as he sat upright, looking around. Then he saw Kong Wu, whose hair was standing on end.
With a calm expression, he yawned. He paid Kong Wu little mind, sweeping his gaze around until he finally spotted Monk Hui An beneath him.
"Oh, old monk, hic... you're really disloyal. You said you'd treat me to your, hic... Vajra Temple's Bodhi Wine, but you ran off right after saying it."
Nangong Yun kept hiccupping from the alcohol. Apparently harboring some resentment toward Monk Hui An, he jumped down and looked at him unhappily.
"I saw that evil cultivator..." Monk Hui An stood up and said helplessly.
That aura is terrifying—more powerful than even our abbot's. I never thought I had still underestimated this senior.
He glanced at Kong Wu, who stood ready for battle, and called out, "Senior, this Benefactor Nangong isn't a bad person and bears no hostility. He's merely a little... a little carefree in his actions."
Kong Wu nodded, but did not lower his guard.
"Hey, you're really sturdy."
A somewhat flippant voice sounded beside his ear. Kong Wu felt a hand squeeze his bicep.
After so many rounds of enhancement, the hardness of Kong Wu's muscles had long surpassed steel by who knew how many times.
Yet under the gentle squeeze of those seemingly frail fingers, his muscles sank in like soft cotton.
Cold sweat instantly broke out across Kong Wu's back.
When did he get here?
He slowly turned his head and glanced at the young Daoist with his impish grin. After a moment of silence, Kong Wu put