If Apologies Worked, What Would We Need the God-Slaying Spear For?

She secretly glanced at Lin Zhu.

A faint smile hung on Lin Zhu's face.

It was a very slight, very faint smile, the corners of his lips lifting just a little—not too much, not too little, just right.

To Guanyin Bodhisattva, that smile carried the small smug satisfaction of someone who had accidentally stumbled upon the truth. That expression of "oh dear, I discovered it by accident" terrified her even more.

Because she felt that Lin Zhu was enjoying this game.

He had known everything long ago, yet deliberately pretended to know nothing, guiding Little White Dragon step by step and having Little White Dragon expose every last detail for him.

He did not need to act himself, speak himself, or even reveal any emotion. He only needed to stand there, with a few looks and a couple of hums, to corner her completely.

Like an adult watching a child set a crude trap.

There was no need to deliberately search for it. One glance was enough to tell where the trap was, and then the adult could leisurely wait for the child to trip over it himself.

Guanyin Bodhisattva had always believed that Lin Zhu became the Hell God through luck and strength. Luck had allowed him to pick up the God-Slaying Spear, while strength had allowed him to keep that position.

Other than that, this man's character was not particularly good. He had done plenty of swindling and deceit, and rumors of his extortion and blackmail had spread throughout the Three Realms.

But now she knew she had been wrong.

This man hid himself more deeply than anyone else.

Swindling, deceit, good luck—it was all smoke he had deliberately released to numb everyone's judgment. The real Lin Zhu was a terrifying existence capable of controlling everything in his