Monk Hai Chan respectfully kowtowed a few times to Zhang Chen, then looked at Zhang Chen with a full face of ingratiating smiles: "Little Daoist brother, are you satisfied now? Can you let me out of the grand formation?"
Zhang Chen looked at Monk Hai Chan, his voice filled with emotion: "I never thought there could be such a shameless person in the world, looking down on others like ants, yet calling them little brother when in need."
Upon hearing Zhang Chen's words, Monk Hai Chan felt anger in his heart, clenching his teeth in hatred, yet still wearing a smiling face.
Zhang Chen found this quite uninteresting, and said: "Little Monk Hai Chan, I was deceiving you. Since you've fallen into this grand formation, how could there be any chance for you to get out? Rest assured, I will send someone yearly to burn paper offerings for you."
Upon hearing this, Monk Hai Chan's heart skipped a beat, realizing he had been fooled by Zhang Chen.
