"Hai Shu! Hai Shu!"
His body had not yet recovered, so there was little flesh growing beneath his head. Hai Xin's voice sounded muffled, but the two words "Hai Shu" were still discernible, heavy with emotion.
The first thing on his mind upon waking was still Hai Shu. The hatred must have been bone-deep.
Yang An stood by, smiling silently. He then patted the cage holding the Piglet, jolting Liu Feifei awake inside.
The Piglet's eyes still held a trace of fear. Like Hai Xin, it had been startled awake. But upon seeing Yang An, it seemed to come to its senses, oinking and grunting as if trying to break free from the cage.
"You're the Buddha's Son?"
Hai Xin had now also regained his composure and looked at Yang An with a hint of wariness.
Yang An had saved him at the last moment, which meant he didn't want to kill him. However, even after recognizing Yang An's identity, he remained on guard, unsure of the former Buddha's Son of Great Virtue Temple's intentions.
