Seeing the monk walk away, Fang Xing turned around and tossed Shen Xiu, whom he had been holding in his hand, to the ground. Upon release, Shen Xiu, who had been immobilized, finally regained some freedom and silently crawled up. His gaze towards Fang Xing was somewhat peculiar, filled with mixed emotions. Smiling bitterly, he said in a low voice, "Senior Brother, I really can't escape this fate. Following him can fulfill this long-cherished wish and help you obtain a scroll of the Dao Sutra. Why hinder me?"
"Don't tell me all this nonsense!"
Fang Xing glared at Shen Xiu for a while before furrowing his brow and saying, "If you really wanted to go, why were you so scared just now, acting like a grandson? Come inside with me and tell me honestly what's going on. Try to fool me and see if I don't beat the monk to a pulp..."
"Oh..."
Shen Xiu hung his head and followed Fang Xing inside the palace.
