"Benefactor Wang, you flatter me."
"Why not continue our cooperation?"
"I know a little about this small temple. I'm sure it would be of great help to you, Benefactor Wang."
Maitreya spoke with a smile.
But Wang Ye knew—
This guy was asking him to leave.
That possibly fake intelligence was the clearest hint.
If you don't leave now, I might just screw you over.
Was there really no way to break this deadlock?
For a moment, Wang Ye's mind raced, yet he could not figure out how to once again stand on equal footing with Maitreya.
This feeling of being thoroughly seen through left Wang Ye with nowhere to start.
It felt as though Maitreya had calculated every step he wanted to take in advance and was already standing ahead of him, waiting.
"Benefactor Wang, what do you say?"
Maitreya still wore that warm, spring-breeze smile, but his gaze was especially cold.
Then a spark of inspiration flashed through Wang Ye's mind.
Maitreya must have spent a great deal of time analyzing his personality. Given that man's caution, Lu Qing and Zhao Hai would surely have been included as well.
But what about Zhang Ziliang?
If there was one strategist Wang Ye understood best, it was undoubtedly Zhang Ziliang!
Yet aside from Zhang Ziliang's single sword strike, Maitreya had hardly ever crossed paths with him. So there was a high chance he had never built a profile for Zhang Ziliang.
Who would waste time worrying about a dead man?
"Don't you like simulating people? Don't you like guessing?"
"Then try guessing this one first."
The corners of Wang Ye's lips curved up. He ignored Maitreya, gripped the Ghost Messenger Blade, and abruptly shut his eyes.
I am Zhang Ziliang.
I am going through something very complicated.
Right now, there