Fu Qian's change of subject had undoubtedly left Brook and Kelly deeply shocked.
The man had clearly been plotting this for a long time, and his scheme had just failed. Yet his expression was as casual as if they'd merely been chatting. He'd just said, "Anyway, back to the point," and moved on?
Dumbfounded, the two gained an even deeper appreciation of just how thick-skinned Fu Qian was.
"Yes. After you joined them, did you discover anything?"
They were shocked, but business came first.
Thanks to her excellent professionalism, Kelly was the first to regain her composure.
"Bodhi has no tree; the bright mirror has no stand. Originally, there is not a single thing. Where could dust alight?"
Faced with her question, Fu Qian let out a long sigh, his expression distant.
"What nonsense are you talking about..."
A vein stood out on Brook's forehead.
"I mean, they're a group of elders who seek peace of mind."
"Since you investigated that place, have you come across information about two people?"
Before Brook could lose his temper, Fu Qian asked outright.
"Loretta and Nivalis."
"Loretta, Nivalis... Are they both from the monastery?"
Kelly glanced instinctively at Brook.
"I don't know about Loretta, but I know of Nivalis."
Brook didn't disappoint her.
"According to the information we gathered earlier, the monastery is basically a place for independent spiritual practice these days."
"It has all sorts of people. Most of them keep to themselves, and Nivalis is something of a representative for them when dealing with outsiders, though he doesn't appear often... What about them?"
"They insert a special kind of golden needle into their heads. By inflicting pain, they purge distracting thoughts and steady their minds."
Fu Qian answered with complete honesty.
"That behavior... is certainly bizarre, but what does it have