Yang Xiao pointed the tip of his knife at his feet, "I'm pretty democratic. Anyone who's not convinced can step forward. Whoever stands last will be the captain."
Most people present knew they were no match for Yang Xiao, and were frightened by his earlier actions; after all, the Desire Demon was still sprawled on the ground.
So, Butterfly Lady, Sick Ghost and others turned their gaze to Ku Daoist and the strange monk. If anyone could stand against Yang Xiao, it would be these two.
That gaze made the Great Monk both anxious and scared: "Why are you looking at me? I am a man of religion, Amitabha Buddha, living with ancient lamps and chanting scriptures. Fighting is not my way."
Yang Xiao thought this monk was quite a talent, able to bend and flex and speak charmingly.
