The warning in Yuan Gang's eyes was obvious, and the force gripping the back of his neck carried the same warning. He was plainly telling Yuan Fang: dare to try anything, and he should watch out for his miserable little life.
Yuan Fang glanced again at the person in the corner of the room. Yuan Gang's appearance, along with Wang Xiao from the estate appearing here, made him realize this had been premeditated. There would be no lucky escape for him.
He knew when to read the room. He forced a smile onto his face, his fawning manner returning, then shouted toward the door, "What are you making such a fuss for?"
The pounding on the door immediately stopped. One disciple asked, "Abbot, are you all right?"
Yuan Fang said, "I'm fine. I ran into an old acquaintance and am discussing something with him. You go out first and wait for me outside the shop."
The disciples outside were clearly suspicious. "Abbot, are you really all right? Open the door and let us have a look, so we can rest easy."
Wang Xiao, seated in the corner, smiled. As expected of monks from Nanshan Temple—bandit monks who had risen from murder, arson, robbery, and plunder. They were not so easily fooled; they still had some vigilance. He raised a hand and gestured to Yuan Gang.
Yuan Gang immediately released Yuan Fang and signaled for him to go out and explain things clearly.
They were actually letting him go outside? Yuan Fang was surprised. He looked at Yuan Gang, then at Wang Xiao, who now seemed unfathomably profound. Yuan Gang actually listened to Wang Xiao?
His heart was full of uncertainty, but outwardly he still plastered on a smile and bowed and scraped. Only then did he pull back the door