Zhongyuan Miao Renfeng couldn't help but look towards Jiang Dali.
But he saw that Jiang Dali remained calm as if he had expected this all along, and sneered, "The village chief here is not unreasonable. On the contrary, I often persuade people with reason.
Since Elder Wuya Zi has said so, I will give you a chance to be thoroughly disheartened, just afraid that after you see that monk, you will be even more disappointed. Then you will have no choice but to pick the one I chose."
"Being able to emerge from a sure-death situation and subsequently challenge such a game, a Shaolin disciple may not be a well-known figure in the Martial World, but they should not disappoint this old man too much.
If they really are that poor, of course, I will choose the better one."
Wuya Zi shook his head in rebuttal, feeling utterly helpless inside.
For him to pass on all his martial skills to an Alien Mountain Bandit, and then have this bandit take over the Carefree Sect, seemed utterly ridiculous.
