Learn to Be Smarter Next Time

The abnormal, overly "friendly" posture and gaze made the already terrified White Lotus Boy feel an even deeper chill crawl down his spine.

Yet strangely, beneath the cover of this peculiar aura, amidst the hatred and fear filling White Lotus Boy's heart, there inexplicably arose a trace of... indescribable guilt, as though he had done something wrong and wronged the person before him...

Though his reason was screaming wildly, warning him that this man might report him to the Dragon Clan, who were frantically searching for him, at any moment, Lin Zhu's harmless-looking expression—even carrying a hint of concern—actually made him forget to immediately lash out or resist.

Lin Zhu walked up to White Lotus Boy and bent slightly. They were so close they could almost feel each other's breath.

He reached out, moving so gently as if afraid of disturbing something, and slowly stroked White Lotus Boy's disheveled, bloodstained hair, which had been left in a mess by the Dragon Emperor's earlier tearing and the damage to his primordial spirit. His touch carried a peculiar soothing quality.

"Fellow Daoist White Lotus," Lin Zhu said, his voice as gentle as jade, like a spring breeze brushing past the ear.

"Look at the scenery of Spirit Mountain. It has a special charm today. But... you seem to be in quite a hurry, Fellow Daoist. Is something urgent? Do you need... Lin's help with anything?"

His tone was utterly sincere, his gaze clear, as though he truly were merely a warmhearted passerby.

White Lotus Boy was somewhat dazed by Lin Zhu's sudden "gentleness." He instinctively swallowed saliva that did not exist, his throat dry as he forced out a smile uglier than crying. His voice trembled.

"H-Hell God, you jest... This... this little one merely wishes to find a quiet place to