"Amitabha."
Under the heavy pressure, Maitreya softly chanted a Buddhist invocation, trying to ease the strain on himself. But the next second, the sound of sutra chanting abruptly rose within the room.
The time had come.
Maitreya relaxed slightly. The reason he had stalled for so long was precisely because he had been waiting for this chanting to begin.
According to the pattern he had observed before, it happened three times a day.
It was noon now. The timing was just right.
But what he had not expected was that Wang Ye remained just as calm, as though he had not heard the strange sound at all. He still sat in his chair, smiling at Maitreya as he waited for him to speak.
The pressure continued to build.
Maitreya looked at Wang Ye with a headache coming on. Ever since this guy's gaze had changed, his whole person seemed different from before.
And now, he had given Maitreya an unsettling thought.
Was this guy hypnotizing himself, merely imitating someone else, or... was there another soul living inside him?
Wang Ye had used only a few words to completely throw the situation into disarray.
And judging by his current state, whether there was anything strange around them or not, he intended to deal with Maitreya first.
"Benefactor Wang, this humble monk agrees to join forces."
In the end, Maitreya let out a faint sigh and spoke somewhat helplessly.
Wang Ye still wore a smile. Maitreya's decision did not surprise him. If Maitreya had chosen to admit defeat and leave, that would have surprised him instead.
"Tell me about the current situation here."
"Since we're sharing intelligence, you should show some sincerity."
"Right?"
Leaning on the Ghost Messenger Blade, Wang Ye stood up and tilted his head slightly to listen to the