"Monk, Old Sun has never admired anyone in my life except the World Grand Commander, you're the second! Come on, tonight at Yue Chef Building it's on me, we won't leave until we're drunk!"
Having just emerged from the Secret Realm, Sun Chaozong cheerfully exclaimed, his scar-covered face brimming with a terrifying smile.
"Sun, he's a monk, and you're taking him to eat meat and drink alcohol?"
"Ah? Is there a vegetarian place nearby?"
"Please don't worry about me," Mouse Monk said, "just have the restaurant make a vegetarian dish."
"But we're all rough folks, definitely going to drink and eat meat." Sun Chaozong scratched his head, "Monk, won't you feel uncomfortable watching us feast?"
"Rules and precepts are meant to restrain oneself, not others. Moreover, the precepts also prohibit killing, yet who knows how many demons died under my sword today," Mouse Monk placed his hands together, "I do not save humans, only demons."
