The Iron Armor Beast and the Black-striped Tiger flanked the Monk, blocking his path. Under the gazes of the two Tier Three Demon Beasts, the Monk quickly came to his senses. 'I can't fight Lin Yun. I'll definitely be the one to lose out if I do.'
Forcing a hideous, skin-deep smile, he looked at Lin Yun. Though his heart was bleeding, the Monk said, "Young Master Lin, I am not one to repay kindness with ingratitude. Consider this Earth Level Seven-Stars Spirit Grass a gift to you."
Hearing this, Lin Yun smiled faintly. "Really? You're not being forced?"
"N... No. Not at all. I mean what I say."
In his heart, the Monk was cursing Lin Yun endlessly. 'This guy is an even bigger scoundrel than I am! It's broad daylight robbery, yet he insists on making you say it's a gift.'
"Haha, good! In that case, I'll reluctantly accept it." Lin Yun laughed heartily and started walking forward.
