"Damn it!"
Liu Shu climbed onto the pale-faced tree, opening his mouth in anger: "One day my son will be lost, I can bear it with all my strength. Why did you have to do this?"
"Ye Fengsheng killed my son in front of me, and wanted me to turn black hair into white. How dare he be so arrogant, so brazen? Does your heart not feel any guilt along the way?"
"Guilt?" Ye Fengsheng shook his head. "No, if I am to be murdered, he wants to kill me. Thus, if I kill him it is only fair. Why should I feel guilty?"
"Ye Feng's voice!"
With eyes burning, Liu Shu climbed the road. "Don't think just because you are a Monk, you can do whatever you want. You are not the only Monk in the world. Aren't you afraid of retribution for being so rampant?"
"Of course, I'm not the only Monk in the world. Didn't you tell a Monk to climb the bank canopy just now?"
Ye Feng raised an eyebrow and said: "Where is he now? Can you still not call him?"
