Guanyin Bodhisattva Blushed Furiously as Little White Dragon Exposed Her Completely

Just as he was about to speak, Little White Dragon's words made Guanyin Bodhisattva's expression turn tense in an instant.

"Hell God Boss slept on this mountain. When he opened his eyes, he saw Eagle Stream Ravine; when he closed them, he saw Luojia Mountain." Little White Dragon's voice carried the certainty of someone who had everything under control. "Did you really think your little tricks could fool anyone?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva's breathing noticeably quickened. She suddenly fixed her gaze on Lin Zhu, her eyes sharp as blades, trying to read something from his expression.

She wanted to see through this man's true thoughts, to judge just how much he knew—whether he truly held evidence, or whether Little White Dragon was merely bluffing.

But what she saw was a pair of calm, untroubled eyes.

Those eyes were like an ancient well whose depths could not be seen. Not a single ripple disturbed the surface, and their stillness was unnerving. She tried to peer deeper, only to feel as though she had plunged into a vast sea of stars—boundless and unfathomable.

Looking more closely, they seemed like a secluded mountain valley, shrouded in mist, where nothing could be seen clearly. All his true emotions and calculations were hidden behind that haze, leaving not the slightest trace.

What startled her even more was that Lin Zhu's eyes revealed a perfectly measured hint of confusion.

It was not feigned confusion, but a natural, genuine bewilderment—the blankness of someone who completely failed to understand the current situation. Yet precisely because the expression was so natural, Guanyin Bodhisattva's heart skipped a beat.

Deliberate.

He had to be doing it deliberately.

If Lin Zhu truly knew nothing, he should have looked angry or impatient. He should have demanded to know what Little White Dragon was talking about.