The White-Faced Man's face twisted.
The Longevity Mushroom–raising Feng Family did indeed keep quite a few Corpse Controllers.
But the Fengs didn't learn corpse-controlling. Their methods were a hundred times more powerful.
Why would they need to learn corpse-controlling?
Corpse Controllers were just dogs the Feng Family kept around to make things more convenient.
"Looks like there aren't any."
Tang Luo asked again, "Then, young man, does your Feng Family have any elders who are ruthless, have killed countless people, and treat human lives like dirt?"
The White-Faced Man still looked quite young. The arrogance he'd shown at first had the air of a young man about it, too.
A cocky young man like him was bound to have some powerful, overprotective elders at home, right?
The kind of family tradition where the young got beaten, then the old came after you—that sort of standard routine, right?
For a moment, the White-Faced Man didn't know how to answer the monk's question.
Should he keep talking tough and say, "If you dare lay a finger on me, my family will come out and beat you to death"?
A sudden, inexplicable sense of embarrassment made it hard for him to say.
"Tell me, if I hang you on the wall, your Feng Family elders will definitely come looking for trouble, right?"
Without waiting for the White-Faced Man to answer, Tang Luo continued eagerly.
The White-Faced Man's body shuddered.
"You're insane!" he shouted, instinctively crawling away from Tang Luo.
This monk from the Great Thunderclap Temple, Xuanzang—
he actually planned to go fishing?
Use him as bait to lure out more members of the Feng Family?
What else could he be but insane?
Wasn't he afraid the Feng Family would tear him to pieces?
No, they'd probably make him wish he were dead