A Question from the Heavenly Dao Sect

All Hanyu had to do was see the Sea of Consciousness instantly swallowed by dense fog. He didn't even need to guess to know that someone extraordinary was here.

He turned and saw Muzi Li and Su Xiaoxiao. Both wore strange expressions, as if they wanted to say something but couldn't.

Then a prickling sensation crawled over his scalp. Five gazes fixed on him, undisguised.

It wasn't just their gazes. Their probing auras swept over him with reckless abandon, as though stripping him bare.

Hanyu felt deeply uncomfortable and was just about to move when Muzi Li's voice, as faint as a mosquito's buzz, reached his ear.

"Don't resist!"

Muzi Li's lips moved slightly. Hanyu understood at once and chose to trust him, gritting his teeth as he let them examine him.

Chang Geng and the others had kept their gazes on him the whole time. After a long while, each of them wore a peculiar expression.

"Are you that hidden agent?"

Maitreya asked with a beaming smile. He looked kind and amiable, but Hanyu couldn't help feeling that there was something creepy about his grin.

One word: fake!

And it wasn't even a smile for the sake of smiling. Hanyu secretly wondered if the man even knew what a smile was.

Of course, there was also the question itself.

Hanyu was caught in a dilemma. He didn't know how to answer.

If he said yes, he'd have to keep up the act.

If he said no, he'd tell them everything, then find out whether they'd kill him.

He quickly made up his mind and looked at the other man with confusion.

"I'm not sure either."

He'd follow Quan Xiaotong's approach: don't take the initiative, don't refuse, and don't spell anything out. They could think whatever they liked.

Whatever they