All the disciples in the Arhat Hall dining hall kept their distance from Yuan Kong. Not a single one greeted him. Only Su Zichen's heart stirred, and he took the initiative to walk over. "Senior Brother Yuan Kong, sit over here. Martial Uncle Jue Cheng specially made white-cut chicken and red-braised pork knuckle today. They're his signature dishes."
Seeing this, some of the disciples secretly sighed to themselves. They were all outstanding disciples of the same generation, so why was the gap between people so vast? Look at Senior Brother Yuan Hai—he could still warmly invite someone as detestable as Yuan Kong.
Su Zichen had previously been somewhat wary of Yuan Kong, but after thinking it over, he felt there was no need to be.
Even if Yuan Kong had sensed all sorts of things being wrong, they were only his own feelings. He had no evidence. Why did Su Zichen need to act so cautiously? It was better to be open and aboveboard, just like this.
Faced with Su Zichen's invitation, Yuan Kong merely paused briefly before joining him for the meal.
Neither of them spoke a word during the meal, but Su Zichen still found it awkward.
After serving as a Dark Guard for so many years, there were very few people Su Zichen could not see through. Yuan Kong before him was one of them.
After eating, Su Zichen returned to his meditation chamber first. Once he judged that the time was about right, he took the "spiritual medicines" Su Xin had given him—the ones meant for killing—and headed to the kitchen.
Naturally, Su Zichen had also processed those spiritual medicines somewhat, hiding them inside the pills issued by Shaolin Temple itself. A pill within a pill—this idea had come to Su Zichen in a sudden flash