Xin Lin squatted to one side, staring at Monk Jun with eager eyes.
Time ticked away, second by second.
Listening to the repetitive Buddhist scriptures, Xin Lin couldn't help but admit that Monk Jun was very handsome and had a pleasant voice. To Xin Lin's ears, it sounded almost like a lullaby, and waves of sleepiness washed over him.
His eyelids drooped, and before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.
Monk Jun opened his eyes and glanced at Xin Lin, who was curled up on one side, sleeping sweetly.
The corners of his mouth involuntarily lifted.
He looked just like the short-haired kitten he had raised when he was young in the academy.
That kitten loved to nap on his lap the most.
He stepped forward and picked up the Ancient Bronze Sword.
Inside the sword, the nine Yin Sha stirred as they caught the scent of human presence.
These Yin Sha were naturally full of Evil Qi, previously subdued by Gui Hu, and willing to be commanded by Xin Lin.
