The Monk and Daoist, fighting for their lives, were willing to give up anything. Lin Yun almost had to admire them. Their mouths were like machine guns, unleashing a constant barrage of flattery in his direction.
They hailed Lin Yun as a peerless genius, the sole honored one in heaven and on earth, and the most handsome man alive. In short, they were using every praiseworthy word they could conjure up.
"Alright, alright, that's enough," Lin Yun cut in, unable to listen anymore. "I can spare you, but you must become my servants for three years. After that, I'll set you free."
Lin Yun had expected them to hesitate, but they accepted almost instantly, without a moment's consideration. It was clear they were genuinely afraid he would kill them.
"Yes, yes, of course, Young Master Lin! From now on, you are my master! I'll turn from my righteous ways, forsake the Buddha, and place my faith in you!" the Monk said with seeming sincerity.
