Your Schemes, My Plans

Li Fuchan felt he could still make one last attempt to save himself.

Unfortunately, Fengci no longer intended to fish him out.

He could only suppress his turmoil and return to Filth Mountain. When he reached the summit, he saw a white-robed figure standing in the distance, sleeves stirring in the mountain wind. It was Huici, waiting for his return.

Seeing him return, Huici actually pressed his palms together and bowed, saying solemnly, "This humble monk owes you an apology, fellow Daoist."

For a moment, Li Fuchan could not tell whether he could bear the weight of that bow, much less whether it might shave years off his life for no reason. He immediately stepped aside to avoid it and hastily returned the bow, saying repeatedly, "Master, you give me too much credit. Far too much."

Huici slowly shook his head, his expression entirely sincere. "I am ashamed. There are many things I cannot yet explain to you, fellow Daoist, and I have burdened you with worry and trouble. Please rest assured: I swear upon my own Life Force that I will never harm you."

At those words, emotion immediately stirred in Li Fuchan's eyes, his gaze trembling slightly. Only after a moment did he say quietly, "You need say no more, Master. I am willing to offer what little help I can. From this day forward, I will harbor not the slightest misgiving toward you."

Huici nodded without further courtesies. Taking the items Fengci had given from Li Fuchan's hands, he turned and entered the mountain cave again, his figure gradually disappearing into the darkness.

Li Fuchan watched him leave, the moved expression on his face unchanged.

He withdrew to one side of the cave entrance, turned his back, and took out the Fate Jade, pouring Dharma Power into