"He can let it go, can I let it go?" The bald monk snorted and said, "You need to resolve your matters by yourself, I won't come forward..."

"Senior, please take a look at this."

The woman in white was well prepared. There was a white handkerchief in her right hand. The bald monk felt a familiar aura and opened his eyes. His right eye turned out to be golden and looked a little strange.

"It seems that you are already prepared."

The bald monk waved his right hand, took the handkerchief away, held it in his hand and asked, "What do you want to know?"

"It's about the demonic pearl on the Nameless Mountain..." the woman in white said.

"The bead has been taken away." The bald monk held a handkerchief and turned his golden right eye, not knowing what he was looking at.

The woman in white asked: "Senior, do you know who took it? If that thing falls into the hands of a thief, there will be big trouble."

"I don't know if he is a thief, but since he can find the bead, he is the destined person for the bead..."

The bald monk put away the handkerchief, waved his right hand, and sent the woman in white out of the ancient temple: "Don't come to me again." (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come)
Chapter completed!