Rong Lin caught the three layers of meaning in his words and smiled before speaking. "You told me all this—do you already have an idea?"
"This subordinate would not dare." Though the interrogator who had made the suggestion begged forgiveness, he neither bowed nor lowered his head. He continued to look into the eyes of Rong Lin, the "Great Buddha." They were a fine pair of fearless young eyes, making Rong Lin think of his own youth when he had first entered the Naruto World. Back then, he too had possessed eyes that feared neither Heaven nor earth, eyes that wanted only to fulfill his ambitions, shining with light—
This man was no ordinary talent.
In truth, Rong Lin had thought too highly of the interrogator. The Ye Clan had long kept him buried in the shadows, lying in wait and putting down roots for the clan head's occasional needs. Death warriors like them had naturally suffered much in the darkness and had long since been worn smooth by the world. What rebellious youthful spirit could they possibly have had left? He had merely noticed from a few words that Rong Lin, the "Great Buddha" before him, seemed to favor this sort of person, so he had forced himself to put on this air of integrity. He had watched Rong Lin speak with his younger brother and saw no arrogance in him; he could even be called humble and respectful toward talent. And after he had said something that might have offended Rong Lin, the "Great Buddha" had not become angry. There had even been a trace of amusement in his voice.
It was obvious approval.
Compared to someone like Rong Lin, the "Great Buddha," trash like him was no more than the glow of a rotten weedfirefly trying to