At this moment, Lin Fei felt a bit uncertain in his heart. Did he accidentally kill the old monk? He cautiously moved his fist away and looked at the old monk.
"Hey, old baldy, are you okay?"
Seeing the old monk staying motionless, Lin Fei waved his hand in front of the monk's face, and the old monk gave a slight smile, which startled Lin Fei.
"Whoa, why are you still smiling! Are you really okay? You didn't get brain damage, did you? Got hit dumb?" Lin Fei said, reaching out to touch the round, shiny head of the old monk.
"Young donor, this old monk is fine." The old monk replied.
Only then did Lin Fei breathe a sigh of relief. He said, "Old monk, are you really okay? Or are you pretending? Doesn't seem like you're pretending, though."
The old monk ignored Lin Fei's words and said, "This is Ancient Martial, do you understand now?"
