"Those damned bald donkeys, always scheming everywhere. Since I've seen anything you want to accomplish, I'll destroy it all."
Zhao Gongming looked disdainfully at the two horned, bald men he had knocked unconscious with a sneak attack.
After saying that, he patted the rear of his mount, looking ready to leave.
"Fellow Daoist, please stay."
At that moment, Jiang Ming's voice rang out.
Oh no, someone saw me. Should I silence him? Forget it. Old Zhao dares to act and take responsibility; I'm not afraid of those bald donkeys finding out.
Hearing Jiang Ming's voice, these thoughts rapidly flashed through Zhao Gongming's mind.
At that moment, Jiang Ming transformed into a streak of golden light and appeared in the area.
"Oh? Fellow Daoist, are you leaving already? I see those two baldies still have plenty of spoils on them that haven't been taken. Killing people and looting their corpses—isn't that an ancient tradition of the Primordial Wilderness?"
Jiang Ming stared at the two bald men on the ground and spoke.
"They aren't dead. They simply lost in a spar with me and were knocked unconscious."
Zhao Gongming immediately widened his eyes and blatantly lied.
"Is that so? In that case, Fellow Daoist, would you mind if I robbed them now?"
After hearing Zhao Gongming's words, Jiang Ming immediately made an unreasonable request.
"Rob them? Robbing them is great. Of course I don't mind."
After hearing Jiang Ming's words, Zhao Gongming suddenly found him much more pleasing to the eye.
"Many thanks for granting it."
After hearing Zhao Gongming's response, Jiang Ming immediately used his divine ability, the Flying Dragon Cloud-Seizing Hand.
Then, under Zhao Gongming's dumbfounded gaze, he stripped the two monks until they had nothing left but their underwear. When it came to robbery, Jiang Ming was the true