Although he only saw three blurry figures through the dust, he had a feeling about who they were. His body tensed up and he didn’t dare to move; he maintained his current posture. However, the spirit force inside his body began to move. The two beautiful women that were beneath the Happy Monk had already been frightened into hiding.

After a few breaths of time, the dust fell to the ground. The three figures had gotten closer, and this short time felt like years for the Happy Monk. When he saw the three figures, his pupils shrank.

A young man wearing black with a quint sword on his back. A beautiful young woman wearing a green silk dress, and a young monk with white teeth and red lips. It was Zhao Jiuge, Pei Su Su, and San Wu!

Seeing that it was indeed the three of them, the Happy Monk panicked. He had encountered them by chance and had tried to take Pei Su Su home with him. He didn’t expect them...