There he was babbling away, and Zhou Xuan pulled Li Yutang aside and whispered, "Look at him, doesn't he look nothing like a high monk now?"
"Not at all, he looks more like... like... like a street hooligan." Li Yutang stammered, finally voicing what was on his mind.
Zhou Xuan clapped his hands together and gave a thumbs-up, saying, "Brother Li, you really have an eye for people."
This one sentence summed up Ya Zi's personality.
"What I need your help with now is to wash away his hooligan demeanor, and make him exude the aura of a renowned temple's high monk from head to toe."
With that, Zhou Xuan presented Li Yutang with quite a dilemma.
Li Yutang circled Zhao Wuya several times, examining him thoroughly from head to foot, before speaking to Zhou Xuan with twelve parts of defeat, "Young Master, even Little Yutang is helpless here."
"What do you mean?" Zhou Xuan asked.
"His innate conditions are too poor... to be precise, he lacks the sense of weariness and isn't old enough."
