'This Chen Sheng is a vengeful and ruthless man—a critical variable.'
'The most pressing matter is to avoid provoking him right now. I must escape safely and quickly send the urgent news back to Golden Spring Mountain: Chen Sheng has returned, and the situation has changed!'
Hearing this, Xie Jingze said no more. He simply turned his gaze to Chen Sheng, awaiting his decision.
Chen Sheng lightly tapped his fingers on the hard red sandalwood armrest. His gaze fell upon Xuanbei's face, which was a mask of sincerity, and the corners of his mouth curved with a hint of amusement and ridicule.
'This monk certainly knows how to read a situation. A first-rate opportunist.'
'And here I thought all these bald donkeys were the unyielding type who would rather break than bend. I never expected that when the chips were down, they'd be the first to bow their heads.'
'A pity. It's too late.'
'Whether he's sincerely seeking peace or this is just an expedient ploy, it no longer matters.'
