Su Yang sat on the side, utterly speechless. This monk could forget to eat just to hide inside and watch others change clothes?
Before long, a table of dishes was served—naturally, all vegetarian.
Su Yang had already learned that this monk, along with the Drunken Monk, didn't touch even the slightest bit of meat or fish.
Of course, the Drunken Monk was practically inseparable from his booze, sipping through a few bottles with a plate of peanuts.
The monk looked displeased: "Senior brother, could you sit over there instead? I'm trying to eat, and your stench of alcohol is making me sick. Can't I just eat in peace?"
"Eat your food! I'm not making you drink, why so much whining?" the Drunken Monk muttered but still shifted his seat, sitting next to Su Yang.
"Let me introduce you. This is Su Yang, and that's Lü Donglin. You've seen him before." The Drunken Monk said. "And this is my junior brother, the Happy Monk."
"Oh, hello, Master Happy!" Su Yang cupped his hands in greeting.
