Even in his prime, Lin Yue wasn't confident he could handle the Ascetic; now that he had taken an arrow, his strength had obviously declined, and he had even less hope of succeeding.
He would likely just get killed if he tried to fight.
Moreover, even if he killed the Ascetic here, it would only cut off this single opportunity, not truly kill him.
There was no need to risk it.
"Benefactor, this humble monk has been watching this White-striped Silver Fox for half a month."
Holding the Iron Embryo Bow, another arrow already set on the string, the Ascetic walked emotionlessly toward Lin Yue and said, "Benefactor, to snatch like this seems somewhat improper, doesn't it?"
"Heh, Ascetic, you really are overbearing. Is this Beiyuan Mountain your territory?" Lin Yue, hiding behind a tree, retorted with a cold laugh, "Just because you found it first, it's yours? Thinking of snatching it and then using such a shameless excuse, isn't that disgusting?"
