Chapter 127: The Daoist's Shrewdness, Cutting the Grass Requires Removing the Roots.

"Master, are you here to stand up for Brother Chen?" Yi Chen, head bowed as he showed off his rice, didn't even lift his head as he spoke.

The long table, made of solid yellow rosewood, had a wide base. Even though it had been cleaved in two by a single sword strike from Chen Liu, not a bit of the cuisine had spilled.

This was also why Yi Chen had left half of Chen Liu's body intact.

There was no helping it; who could blame him when the Yi Taoist had such a kind heart?

If the food were to spill, then Chen Liu's ashes would be gone.

The Taoist had plenty of dishes, but some had no ashes left.

"The Taoist jests. You merely eat a meal, and the Dragon-Tiger List loses a ranker. How could this humble monk ever convert the Taoist?" The monk placed his hands together in a gesture of respect, radiating a dignified aura, "Brother Chen has his own karma. What place does this monk have to intervene? I only wish to form a good connection with the Taoist."