Li Huowang appeared relaxed, but was secretly watching the monk before him with vigilance.
Even though the monk hadn't done anything harmful to him, Li Huowang didn't dare to gamble, didn't dare to put his fate in someone else's hands.
"Monk, can you tell me—who exactly are you?" Li Huowang looked at him, his tone half-joking.
Someone else scheming against me?
The monk has already become an informant for Zhengde Temple?
Or is he the Sitting Oblivion mentioned by Master?
Any of these were possible. No matter which, it was big trouble for him.
"Me? I'm a monk, why are you suddenly asking this?" The old monk responded without a trace of guilt.
Li Huowang carefully watched the changes on his face, but found nothing unusual.
Yet even without evidence, Li Huowang couldn't bring himself to trust him easily anymore.
When you can't judge if someone is a threat, the safest move is to keep your distance—exactly what Li Huowang intended to do.
