As a dead agent, Su Zichen had chosen to carry out this mission with death already in his heart. Yet as the mission was completed step by step, a flicker of hope began to rise within him.
He had already passed all the previous trials. Now, he could be considered a core disciple of Shaolin Temple, an outstanding figure among his peers. He was only one step away from the final task.
Su Zichen had even begun to fantasize about completing the mission, rendering great service to Lord Su, and ultimately being named the Su Family's heir to the next generation's position as family head—while those who had once mocked him looked on in terror.
Of course, Su Zichen would not let such visions go to his head. The more this was so, the stronger his desire to live became. He grew ever more cautious in his actions, treading on thin ice.
After all, he had already achieved this much when he had been prepared to die. Now that he wanted to keep living, he had to do even better.
Putting away his cultivation technique, Su Zichen rose and prepared to take a turn around Arhat Hall. It was noon, and Arhat Hall would soon be serving its meal. After lunch, Xuan Shen would come to Arhat Hall to explain martial arts to them, and Su Zichen needed to be present for that.
The instant he pushed open his door, a young monk in gray robes suddenly appeared before him.
The moment he saw the young monk, alarm flashed in Su Zichen's eyes, along with a trace of savage killing intent. In a place like this, Su Zichen had always been prepared to kill anyone who discovered his identity and silence them forever.
But once Su Zichen saw the monk's