Bi Ningshuai latched onto the monk’s thigh while howling with a heart-piercing pain. His tears and saliva wetted the hem of the monk’s robe.

“Amitabha.” The monk put on a profound and inscrutable appearance. He tapped on Bi Ningshuai’s head with two fingers while secretly sending him a message: “If you can break those two up, then I can indeed take you in as a disciple.”

He then pointed over towards Feng Feiyun and Nalan Xuejian with a sinister grin on his face as a signal for the little thief.

Bi Ningshuai looked over and immediately understood the monk’s wish. He squinted his eyes and revealed a devious smile as well.

“Got it! No problem!” He fixed his clothes and stood up. With a friendly mug, he walked over towards the two and immediately went between them by pushing Xuejian to the side. He cupped his fists towards Feng Feiyun and cheerfully said: “Wow! Absence really makes the heart grow fonder. Brother Feng, I really envy you for having so many beauties as friends!” [1. This is a liberal translation with a very close meaning. The raw is “reuniting after a short separation makes for a better mood than the honeymoon.” Sometimes, this has to be translated...