A Bite of China Filming, Another Familiar Face

Blue skies, white clouds drifting by; down below, Yan Fa wanted to die. Tiger Tamer was an Arhat, after all. Though the Buddhist School valued kindness and humility, this was a bit much, wasn't it? In the end, the spearhead had somehow been pointed at him again.

That one "senior brother" had already made Yan Fa famous across the plaza. The monks could only laugh through their tears as they looked at him.

What was he supposed to do? Yan Fa was anxious, but when he lowered his head and saw Yan Kong's pure little face, what else could he say?

"Senior Brother, don't you think I'm right?" In an instant, Yan Kong scored his fourth kill against Tiger Tamer and became unstoppable.

Qin Fen watched the scene and laughed until he cried. A chance planting had grown into a mighty tree. Was he really some kind of harbinger of disaster? The chef could not help asking himself. He had only come to see Spirit Mountain's famed Buddhist sanctuary out of curiosity, yet he had run into an old acquaintance with whom he had a bit of history. Now it seemed as though every grudge had been settled. And it was the other party's own disciple who had drawn the blade to help him. What a rush.

Yan Kong was just too adorable. Qin Fen gave him countless likes in his heart.

That line was as sharp as a steel blade, piercing straight into the heart; like a keen arrow, it shot through the chest.

Tiger Tamer roared inwardly, Damn it, again? But a monk could not lie. The question made his heart race, and the one asking was only a child.

Tiger Tamer felt utterly crushed, crushed beyond repair. "Yes. Perhaps Patriarch was in a hurry and opened it