"Make a move against you? Master Yang, do you really take this monk for some foolish boy fresh out in the world?"
Ku Jue Abbot suddenly laughed:
"When you went from a refugee to an Iron Clothes Constable, I already sensed something was wrong.
I wasn't sure whether the Iron Clothes Department had learned of this.
Or whether Arhat Temple knew and had sent you to investigate.
So all I could do was wait and continue observing in secret."
"And the outcome was just as I expected. You came for this technique, and you came for the Third Prince!"
"You already knew the Third Prince had secretly instructed me to smuggle all sorts of scarce minerals to the Rong Tribe to sell!"
At this point, a trace of smugness appeared in Ku Jue Abbot's eyes:
"I held back all along, and in the end, my suspicions were confirmed. If I had acted then, I'm afraid I would have substantiated the matter. The consequences would have been unthinkable!"
"If the Third Prince hadn't lost this round, I wouldn't have needed to show my face today. I could still be chanting sutras and worshipping the Buddha at Ku Jue Temple. What a peaceful life that would have been!"
"If anything is to blame, it's my bad luck, not any skill on your part, Yang!"
"You're nothing but someone feeding on another's scraps!"
"Were you delighted to cultivate the Vajra Mingwang Technique? You didn't dare reveal it either, did you?
Couldn't even sleep soundly, could you?"
"I was certain of that! As long as I didn't expose the truth, neither Arhat Temple nor the Iron Clothes Department would ever come looking for me."
"Because you, Master Yang, would hide all of this for me!"
By this point, he was practically gritting his teeth.