"Let them talk!" Su Ziji paid no heed to what Wenru would say to Bianxuan after entering the room. Just as he had said, he waited outside.
The Wild Daoist followed at his side. Seeing His Highness's indifferent expression and apparent lack of interest in conversation, he stepped aside after reporting the matters at hand.
When Wenru entered the room, the Wild Daoist glanced inside. Bianxuan had merely been chanting scriptures with lowered eyes, but upon recognizing Wenru, he rose to pay his respects. Clearly, Wenru was no ordinary monk.
Neither he nor His Highness deliberately listened to what the two said. They even moved a little farther away while the monks spoke, showing considerable consideration.
But if Wenru's arrival still fails to make Bianxuan bow his head, then even their former friendship will probably not save him from being ordered to die.
His Highness might show some tolerance toward friends, but that tolerance was not limitless.
Just as the Wild Daoist was pondering this, Su Ziji suddenly took out the Brahma Scripture again. To the Wild Daoist's surprise, His Highness actually drew a slip of paper from its pages.
A slip of paper?
The earlier scene immediately replayed in his mind. This time, the Wild Daoist understood why His Highness had suddenly softened. By rights, even the Brahma Sect and the Daoist Sect presenting their scriptures should not have been enough to change his attitude at once. He had been puzzled then, but after seeing this, what was left to misunderstand?
What had softened His Highness was not the Brahma Scripture itself, but the slip of paper tucked inside it!
Yet although the Wild Daoist had his suspicions, he made no attempt to peek at the paper, much less ask about it. Instead, he stepped back, averted his gaze,