Aside from Hui Xin, the little monk, and Immortal Infant Tong Dudu, several other handsome young men were imprisoned.
As she spoke to the end, that fleshy arm also assumed a welcoming gesture, beckoning towards the gash.
The implication was: the old monk invites you in.
Bizarre, terrifying, and it left one feeling endlessly nauseated.
Any listener would interpret Beautiful Corpse Bodhisattva's suggestion as an deliberate provocation towards Bai Qin, the Old Monk.
Yet who would have thought that from the beginning, Bai Qin seemed to have been waiting to hear these words.
Almost immediately after Beautiful Corpse Bodhisattva finished speaking, the old monk nodded his head with great pleasure.
"Good!"
"What?"
Beautiful Corpse Bodhisattva's Demon Eye widened in disbelief.
Then, Bai Qin, the Old Monk, showed a gentle smile and continued nodding:
"What Mr. Yang has said is very much to my liking."
"So be it, let it be settled this way."