“I only want to burn some joss paper for him, please, just let me go?” Her pretty eyes were filled with tears as she pitifully stared at the monk.

The monk mused for a bit: “Well, it doesn’t really matter where you burn the joss money. Beastmasters Camp is located at an illustrious location, looking down on the nine under-realms with the sky right above. How about this? We’ll go to a lake and burn him an entire carriage of joss paper? He can live large for a hundred years down at the eighteenth-level of hell.”

Nalan Xuejian gently bit her lips, finding this monk more annoying by the minute before completely sobbing.

On the path decorated with bamboo trees, a woman with clear skin and beautiful features came over. She had a delicate and feminine figure.

This was a young nun but her eyes were seductive....