Miao Fengjun actually appeared again!
This old monster, every time it shows up, nothing good ever happens!
Li Muyang was filled with vigilance as he watched the headless monk in front of him and began to inquire.
Yet Miao Fengjun's headless torso emitted a hearty laugh.
"Haha... Young layman is just as cautious as ever."
The left hand holding a tin staff, and the right hand cradling a head, Miao Fengjun, dressed as a monk, appeared elegant and spirited, his demeanor truly disarming.
If not for the absence of a head, he really could be mistaken for a saintly monk descended to earth.
The head in its hands had eyes tightly shut, lifeless.
But its headless body let out a hearty laugh nonetheless.
"Passing by this time is likewise a fortunate encounter."
"The little monk happened to be passing nearby and saw the young layman slaying the Evil Spirit here, so I came over to show my face, young layman need not be nervous."
