Zhao Jiuge’s mouth twitched. He didn’t think the Happy Monk would leave such a deep impression. He had come to rescue them, but not only did they not believe him, they were cursing him as well!

He quickly arrived at the door of the woman who had scolded him. Even though she didn’t believe him, at least she was willing to speak, unlike the other women, who ignored him like he was air.

Seeing Zhao Jiuge’s helpless expression, Han Yu couldn’t help but chuckle. Zhao Jiuge stared at her and she rolled her eyes playfully. Then she stood next to him.

The two of them looked inside the palm-sized opening. This chamber was a bit dark, and the soft light from the light outside barely made its way in. Inside was a petite figure that had two big hills before her and an alluring figure. She looked quite young, only around 20 or so years old. She gave off the aura...