As soon as these words were spoken, the room fell silent, and the atmosphere became extraordinarily strange. Numerous peculiar gazes landed on the young monk.
The young monk waved his hand and said, "You all misunderstand... I am using this flower for medicinal purposes, to save someone."
Yu Xiaolong revealed a knowing expression that all men understand. "No need to explain, I get it, I get it~"
The young monk stuttered, "A monk does not lie! I am truly not lying!"
Yu Xiaolong patted his shoulder and laughed, "Right, right, for medicinal use... Who doesn't use this stuff as medicine?"
The young monk was rendered speechless, fumbling for words and unable to get a word out. He looked quite naive and adorable.
Wang Xiu sized up the young monk. He felt that the monk's gaze was clear and pure, as if he were completely out of touch with this world. Despite wearing a red monk's robe, he gave off a very clean feeling that made him quite likable.
