Chaotic Situation (1)

Hearing Wang Ye's words, Maitreya paused for a moment and said nothing more.

No one knew what Wang Ye was up to this time. If he was merely throwing a tantrum over what had happened earlier, Wang Ye should not have been this childish.

Maitreya was confident of that.

After all, the foundation of cooperation was profit. They were not bound by some life-and-death alliance. It was perfectly normal for everyone to have their own schemes.

Wasn't Wang Ye himself also preparing to stab him in the back at any moment?

Therefore,

Wang Ye must have noticed something. There was greater benefit in not making a move.

Seeing this, the monk's eyes flickered slightly. He looked at Maitreya and said, "Maitreya, there has never been any enmity between us. Let us put an end to today's matter here, shall we?"

"As for your inexplicable intrusion into my sanctuary, I'll pretend it never happened."

When he said this, the monk appeared extremely calm, though his tone carried just the right trace of grievance.

As though he truly had suffered an undeserved disaster.

Wang Ye remained seated on his little stool, a smile at the corner of his lips, as if none of this had anything to do with him anymore and he had completely become a spectator enjoying the show.

Maitreya remained impassive. His gaze swept silently over Wang Ye, his expression blank. No one knew what he was truly thinking.

But...

His heart was far from calm.

He had underestimated Wang Ye somewhat.

Admittedly, in terms of pure intelligence, Wang Ye certainly could not compare to him. But Wang Ye reacted far too quickly—or rather, he was especially sharp when it came to quick thinking in the moment.

He had not interacted with Wang Ye many times.

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