"Old bald donkey, what kind of grudge do you have with the Five Immortals Temple?" Jiang Xiaobai couldn't help asking again.
The Blood Monk suddenly clenched his fists, anger flashing across his face, and said, "The hatred of taking my wife, a grudge that cannot be shared under the same sky!"
Jiang Xiaobai was surprised, "Aren't you a monk? How could you have a wife?"
The Blood Monk said, "There's no need to ask about that in detail. Did you hear what I just said? If you're smart, you'll flee with me. Staying here is courting death."
Jiang Xiaobai said, "I've said it before, if you want to leave, go ahead, I won't stop you. The people I care about are still here, I won't leave."
"You..."
The Blood Monk sighed. He couldn't leave Jiang Xiaobai; as long as Jiang Xiaobai didn't leave, he could only stay with him.
