Sunlight streamed through white gauze curtains, illuminating a drowsy scene. Clad in a loose gray-white robe, Lay Buddhist Little Zhang leaned against the back of his Drunken Old Man Chair, gently stroking the fur on Feifei's back as he said wearily:
"Good. What a fine example of treating others with sincerity."
He raised his eyes slightly and asked:
"Why didn't you guess I belonged to the Great Joy Sect?"
The Great Joy Sect inherited its lineage from King Ziye's corpse, and its members likewise had no outward abnormalities.
"Jubi Corpse's trait is 'rend but not perish,' while King Ziye's corpse has 'rend and become a god,'" Ding Songyan said with a smile. "After you were torn apart and revived just now, Lay Buddhist Little Zhang, you showed no ghost god traits."
He had seen a real ghost god before.
"You certainly know a great deal." Lay Buddhist Little Zhang looked utterly exhausted.
Ding Songyan glanced at the scroll paintings scattered across the floor and asked with undisguised curiosity:
"Were you dismembered over the Rivers and Lakes Beauty Register or the jade tree martial arts rankings?"
Zhang Qiang said with his eyes half closed:
"Those who actually make the lists complain a little at most. My appraisals have always been fair. The troublesome ones are those who fail to make the lists yet have a crowd of followers.
"Alas, they're already martial grandmasters. Why are they still so impulsive and childish, so cruel and ruthless, so eager to flaunt their hot-blooded courage?"
"'Unwavering' doesn't mean correct, only firmly convinced. Sometimes it even means obsession," Ding Songyan remarked feelingly.
When he killed Chen Jindong, he had exploited precisely that-the power of belief.
As another thought occurred to him, Ding Songyan suddenly chuckled:
"You're only a portrait painter, Lay Buddhist Little Zhang. You