Back in the room, the Fat Monk said to Ye Yu with an apologetic look, "Kid, sorry. I know you meant well, but I once swore before the Buddha that I would let go of the past."
Ye Yu waved a hand. "I wasn't doing it for you either. I only wanted to see the Xu family's attitude. I just didn't expect that, at a time like this, the Xu family would still have their eyes on me. It seems whatever they want to get from me is very important."
As he spoke, Ye Yu recalled Xu An's words. That fellow clearly knew something. It looked like he would have to find an opportunity to pry some information out of him.
The Fat Monk's mouth twitched. "Look at you. Fat Master wanted to thank you, but you had to be so blunt about it. Should Fat Master thank you or not?"
"Better not. If not for your profound cultivation, I wouldn't have let Gong Youxia go in the end." Ye Yu spoke indifferently.
"No, you wanted to use me, and you just told me so openly? Is that appropriate? Who does that?" The Fat Monk was caught between laughter and tears.
Ye Yu lifted his eyes to look at the Fat Monk and said seriously, "Didn't you meet one today?"
"Kid, I really don't know whether to call you open and aboveboard or cold and heartless. With the friendship between us, you could've just told me if you needed something. Was this necessary? Fat Master would definitely help you." The Fat Monk grinned, stepped forward, and patted Ye Yu on the shoulder, looking every inch the righteous hero.
"I don't believe in friendship. I only believe in methods," Ye Yu said calmly.
The Fat Monk's hand suddenly froze. He gave