C2711 CHAPTER2711 RULES

Sam Moreels was at a loss for words when he saw the worried look on Xuan Zang's face. Why did it seem like this guy still had something on his mind? Could he be thinking about something else?

"Why are you so nervous? Are you trying to get into the Primitive Academy too? What’s a monk like you doing here?" Sam asked, clearly puzzled.

Sam subconsciously scratched his head