To see through the Evil Qi at a glance, one can only be of the Ghost Clan or possess the Heavenly Spiritual Root. Yet this girl is neither.
Monk Jun's golden eyes dimmed and brightened, his gaze returning to Xin Lin.
Her Spirit Root is mediocre, her Xuan Root merely an inch long. Such talent is indeed abnormal.
Monk Jun shook his head, quite perplexed.
If Monk Jun knew that Xin Lin's inch-long Xuan Root still managed to grow only after she acquired the "bean sprouts," he would probably be utterly shocked.
Faced with the confrontational Xin Lin, Monk Jun still maintained a modest and polite demeanor, neither angry nor upset.
"Pharmacist Zhang is indeed no saint. But he is human, and the good and evil of humans are to be managed by the officials. I am but a monk who has renounced worldly affairs and cannot interfere too much."
She placed her hands on her hips, ready to launch into a tirade spinning like a top.
