"Were you bald donkeys the ones causing me trouble?"
Ye Lin gripped the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor and stared coldly at the three bald monks before him.
After chasing them for a full three months, he had finally found these three bald donkeys.
He had lost a great number of avatars during this time, and these three bald donkeys had been behind it all.
"Benefactor, monks do not speak falsehoods. We merely acted on Buddha's orders. Buddha also said that he hopes you will visit the Myriad Dharma Buddhist Sect as our guest."
"My Myriad Dharma Buddhist Sect will surely give you a proper banquet, Benefactor."
The leading Buddhist cultivator stepped forward, his tone exceedingly courteous.
But Ye Lin treated every word this fellow said as nothing but farting.
Visit their Buddhist Sect?
He was not an idiot. Would going there not be the same as walking straight into a net?
"What bullshit are you spouting? Tell the person behind you to come out."
"You three are only at the sixth level of Golden Immortal. Yet instead of running when you saw me, you chose to reason with me. You must have something to rely on. Let him come out."
Ye Lin sneered, Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor in hand.
The cultivation of the three bald donkeys before him was merely at the sixth level of Golden Immortal.
With such cultivation, after being caught by him, their first reaction had not been to flee, but to reason with him.
There could only be one explanation: these three fellows definitely had something to rely on.
Otherwise, they could not possibly be acting like this.
"It seems the Benefactor is quite vigilant. I wonder, do you recognize this old monk?"
At that moment, a soft chuckle came from beside