The night was as black as ink, with only the sporadic whisper of the wind, like someone singing by my ear—and singing horribly.
Shen Bai looked at the words formed by the smoke ahead and stroked his chin. 'Another Deceitful Object,' he thought.
He hadn't expected to encounter two monks at Xuanxin Temple who were clearly not from the temple itself.
And he certainly hadn't expected to see a new Deceitful Object here.
Shen Bai pondered for a moment, deciding to keep watching and see what the two of them were up to.
At that moment, Amber, nestled in his robes, was emitting waves of a fearsome, demonic aura.
Shen Bai understood. As a Deceitful Beast, Amber's senses were far superior to a human's. Right now, its ferocious aura was aimed entirely at that Deceitful Object.
"Quiet."
At this thought, Shen Bai reached out and placed a hand on Amber's head.
