Monk Jun was naturally handsome, and with a mere blink of his eyes, it seemed as if a spring breeze had wrinkled the entire lake.
Xin Lin felt her heart's lake ripple, sending waves across its surface.
Was she actually electrified by a Silly and Cute Flower Monk?
By the time Xin Lin came back to her senses, the Flower Monk was nowhere to be seen.
It seemed like the words "Head east, through the dark willows and bright flowers, to another village" still lingered in her ears.
Head east?
Isn't heading east towards Purple Cloud City?
No matter what, she had already planned to go to Purple Cloud City.
"Sister, Sister?"
Little Xin Zhuo waved his little hand in front of Xin Lin's face with a look of panic.
"Ah Zhuo, where is that monk?"
Xin Lin coughed lightly.
"The master has left. Sister, that monk was powerful, but no, my sister is the most powerful."
He thought he was surely doomed this time.
