Ye Weiming's calculations clicked away like an abacus.
He had anticipated that Fan Qinghui might doubt his words, so he offered to swear a Heavenly Dao oath to prove his innocence. Of course, that extra service would not come free.
Besides, everything he had said before had come from the bottom of his heart. There had not been a single false word!
As for the omissions and misleading details... Ahem. How could misleading someone possibly be called tricking them?
Unfortunately, Ye Weiming was clever, but Fan Qinghui had not become the mistress of Ci Hang Jing Zhai by being foolish. Or rather, her curiosity about the truth behind her avatar's death was not enough to make her pay a greater price.
Thus, after hearing Ye Weiming's suggestion, she merely said calmly, "You exaggerate, Young Hero Ye. I believe you."
Believe my ass!
Though he regretted missing the chance to squeeze a few more benefits out of Ci Hang Jing Zhai, she had clearly shown no interest in his Heavenly Dao oath. Naturally, Ye Weiming had no reason to make a nuisance of himself.
After bidding Fan Qinghui farewell, he rose and left her meditation chamber. Just as he was about to find a disciple of the monastery and ask for directions to the Scripture Repository, he ran into a familiar face.
Of course, "familiar" was a bit of a stretch, since Ye Weiming had never exchanged a word with her. The only reason she seemed familiar was that, among the many Ci Hang disciples practicing in the square earlier, he had looked at her one extra time.
Although every disciple of Ci Hang Jing Zhai was a beauty, not many could catch Ye Weiming's attention.
The reason this young woman made him take notice had nothing to do with whether