Crack crack crack~ Cheng Yaojin flexed his fists and sneered, "Are they the ones selling kasayas and tin staffs? Catch them and beat them first before anything else."
The rest of the military generals also looked fierce and serious, unsure about the level of Cultivator this monk was.
"Alright, step back!" The voice of Li Shimin came from above.
Cheng Yaojin paused his movements, turned his head towards Li Shimin, and couldn't help saying, "Your Majesty, this monk is so ugly; he doesn't look like a good guy at all."
The Jie Lai Monk's mouth twitched, thinking that just because he's ugly, he mustn't be a good person—what kind of logic is that? Had he known the Human Clan was so shallow, he should have transformed into something more handsome.
Li Shimin smiled and said, "Although the old monk is ugly, his expression is kind; he should be a good person. All of you, stand down!"
