After a brief exchange of glances.
The Little Monk lowered his head indifferently and looked away.
What kind of experiences could give a mere fifteen or sixteen-year-old child such a look?
Yi Lin looked at the other's bald head and suddenly understood something, saying nothing.
Meanwhile, on the side.
Ku Ye Zen Master tightly held Wang Xiaohu's hand for a long time before letting go. After being refused by Wang Xiaohu once again, he looked rather regretful.
"What a pity, what a pity, what a pity!"
The old monk sighed heavily, appearing to have lost all will to live.
Wang Xiaohu was feeling even more uncomfortable now.
This was indeed an act of great kindness!
Without that meal, Wang Xiaohu would have starved to death.
But he couldn't become a monk just to repay the kindness, right?
After all, he's the only heir of the Wang Family.
If he became a monk, wouldn't the Wang Family lineage end with him?
That wouldn't do, that wouldn't do.
