"Ha, the three thousand magic techniques, what a boast. They're nothing but cheap tricks to fool the simple-minded. Trying to fool me isn't that easy!" Lin Mu sneered coldly, unwilling to waste any more words with him. He grasped Ling Xiaoqiao's hand and stepped forward.
"Amitabha Buddha, Benefactor leaving like this might not be very appropriate," said Huizhi.
Lin Mu stopped his steps and gazed coldly at Huizhi, "Want to make a move? Monk, if I were you, I wouldn't do something so foolish."
"What is foolishness? What is wisdom? It all depends on one's heart," he replied.
The little monk raised his head, and a mysterious glint flashed in his eyes, "Benefactor, being too confident sometimes isn't necessarily a good thing."
