Dream Planet

Ye Mingtian forced a smile. "Brother Yan is here today. How would I dare act recklessly? If Liu Zhou never sets foot in the Imperial Capital again for the rest of his life, then I might just let him off."

Liu Zhou glared furiously at the man who had stolen his wife and was now openly placing a ban on him.

Everyone turned around and saw a bald monk holding a broken bowl, wearing a pair of * shoes, and dressed in a plain cassock that was utterly threadbare.

King Tang said, "Who are you to meddle in your grandfather's business?"

The bald monk smiled faintly. "Amitabha. You look no older than forty, benefactor. How could you be my grandfather? Just joking, just joking."

The bald monk said, "If I don't help this young lady, my conscience will trouble me, my cultivation will never progress again, and I'll sink into the six paths of reincarnation. If I do help her and you kill me, the gates of hell will open for you. Wouldn't that make it my fault?"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.