As everyone knew, Fatty Chu was a monk of exceptionally high moral character. Even amid the rampant corruption and scheming of Myriad Spirits' Inner Peak, he kept himself clean and untainted, possessing a full 195 Discipline Score.
Although most of that score, just five points short of perfect, had come from reporting other people, this only further proved that he was an upright disciple of justice who tolerated no wrongdoing. Within the sect, he was as renowned as Geng Zhengliang; together, they were known as the Virtuous Duo.
The moment Daoist Chu heard that Little Bad King wanted to take him somewhere secluded for a secret rendezvous with his master's wives, he found the fellow utterly filthy and vulgar. "Your master, the Second Seat, is imprisoned, his life hanging in the balance. As disciples of Myriad Spirits, how could we sneak off to meet all his wives at a time like this? Isn't that taking advantage of someone's plight? A man should act openly and honorably... even if we're going to have a secret rendezvous with his wives, we should pick a time when the Second Seat is home!"
Little Bad King stepped forward and smoothly hooked his arm around Daoist Chu's, laughing as he cursed, "You dog. It'd be more exciting for you if my master was home, huh?"
"Cut the crap. What exactly have you come to me for, wearing that lewd, sleazy expression?" Daoist Chu could not be bothered to banter with him and urged him impatiently, his face full of wariness, "If you want something, say it. I can't do anything anyway."
"Brother, don't get so jumpy and defensive. What kind of relationship do we have? We stormed the Emperor's Tomb, marched through North Wind Town, and fought our way through mountains of blades and seas