Suddenly, the wind rose.
Xie Chen looked up at the night sky.
Dark clouds had gathered, blocking the moon and leaving not a trace of light.
An idea suddenly struck him, and he recalled a famous line of poetry—on a dark and windy night, it was perfect for murder and silencing witnesses!
What if...
He took care of everyone on Six-Platform Mountain?
Then he would not have to explain anything to Huo Wenye!
Feng Qing and Chenyue, hiding in the distance, keenly sensed something wrong. Oh no, the Patriarch had murderous intent. Run!
Before they could finish thinking it through, the two turned and vanished without a trace in seconds.
Meanwhile, the Buddhist master of Beijing's elite circle standing before Xie Chen pressed him again. "If you're not saying anything, then you're admitting it?"
"Cough!" Xie Chen gathered his thoughts. "Admitting what? Stop being so suspicious. The Patriarch of Six-Platform Mountain is ancient. If I were him, wouldn't that make me some immortal old monster?!"
Fine, when I get ruthless, I'll even insult myself!
"You still don't want to tell the truth." Huo Wenye was clearly disappointed, his incomparably handsome face full of desolation.
Xie Chen grew anxious. "What will it take for you to believe me?!"
"Kiss me once, and I'll believe you," Huo Wenye answered immediately, as though he had been waiting for it.
"Huh?!" The sudden shift caught Xie Chen off guard. Once he confirmed he had not misheard, he waved his hand. "Can you stop joking around?!"
Good grief...
You're making my heart pound!
Did this guy grow up reading romance guides?!
"I'm not joking." Huo Wenye's eyes burned as he stared at Xie Chen with feverish intensity.
His overly serious expression made Xie Chen stammer. "Well, um... can I owe you one?! Some day when