'Being an undercover agent is so damn hard. It's nerve-wracking, but I have to do it.'
Meeting Hai Shu Bodhisattva's expectant gaze, Yang An walked right up to him and stopped. He was even surprised to feel the Bow Lady attached to him give a faint shudder.
'So this woman can feel fear, too?'
Hai Shu Bodhisattva was like a very kind old man. Just being near him and feeling his aura filled one's heart with peace and serenity.
He slowly extended his hand. Though his face was aged, his arm was as smooth and fair as jade, not at all like that of an old man.
Just as before, he placed his hand on Yang An's head and stroked it gently.
Yang An immediately felt goosebumps erupt all over his skin. An intense feeling of revulsion welled up within him, as if the one before him was not some kind-faced, benevolent Bodhisattva, but an unknown, indescribably filthy being.
Yang An did his best to suppress this strange feeling, keeping his expression impassive.
