Li Huowang appeared relaxed, but he was secretly watching the monk before him with vigilance. Even though the monk hadn't done anything harmful, Li Huowang didn't dare to gamble with his fate by placing it in someone else's hands.
"Monk, can you tell me—who exactly are you?" Li Huowang asked, his tone half-joking.
Someone else scheming against me? Has the monk become an informant for Zhengde Temple? Or could he be a member of the Sitting Oblivion Path that Master mentioned?
Any of these were possible. No matter which, it meant big trouble for him.
"Me? I'm a monk. Why are you suddenly asking this?" the old monk responded with perfect composure.
Li Huowang carefully observed the man's face for any changes, but he found nothing unusual. Yet, even without evidence, Li Huowang couldn't bring himself to trust him so easily anymore.
When it's impossible to judge whether someone is a threat, the most cautious approach is to stay away. That was exactly what Li Huowang planned to do.
