"This monk has sinned, failing to persuade my fellow Daoists to turn back to the right path. Now the karmic obstacles have deepened even further."
Monk Liaowang looked at the young man nailed to the cliff, slowly speaking.
The young man felt somewhat familiar; Monk Liaowang felt a haze over his spirit, sensing something amiss but unable to pinpoint it immediately.
"Liaowang, during these seven years, the Demonic Woman has vanished as if evaporating from the world, beyond our search. If you can lure her here, you could make amends for your deeds."
The Abbot slowly said.
Over the years, he too had enjoyed plenty of women, but the image of Su Mei'er had always haunted him; he was determined to possess her. As the saying goes, one who lives near the water gets the moon first. If only Liaowang would help with this favor, the virginity of that Demonic Woman would undoubtedly be his.