"...If things keep going like this, Gongyang Yongye might really get his fighting spirit back." Once he got too fired up, he'd be bursting with energy. Unless he ran around until he'd used up every last bit of strength, he wouldn't be able to lie down and rest. If that day came, the old guy probably wouldn't be far from reaching the rank of marquis.
She was a little jealous, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Another explosion went off nearby. The mage was jolted so badly that his stomach was turning. Clinging desperately to the excavator cab's doorframe, he asked a question he'd been wanting to ask for a while. "Did this old monk offend you somehow, benefactor? Why did you try to kill me just now?"
One reason he'd been thrown out was the sheer force of the tremors. Another important reason was that Bei Jiu had stretched out her long leg and kicked him. It wasn't hard enough to hurt him, but it had certainly added fuel to the fire.
Bei Jiu spared him a glance. "Yun Yuanmou is already taken."
She'd tried to steal her man right in front of her.
Did this old monk think the Mohist School's Master Craftsman was just sitting around doing nothing?
The mage was speechless.
He'd never imagined that would be the reason.
He said, with a rather old-fashioned air, "I'm only joining you two, not breaking you up. Why be so petty? There are plenty of eligible young men among my juniors. If you like any of them, you can pick a few to take home."
Bei Jiu's verdict was simple. "Demon monk!"
Could this old monk be practicing the Tantric school's Joyful Union Buddha?
The situation changed in the blink of an eye. The Central