"Junior Brother Hengming, Head Seat Miaoxin is looking for you. You should hurry over to the Heavenly King Hall."
The Faceless One changed the subject.
"Head Seat Miaoxin is looking for me?"
The young monk Hengming looked surprised.
Then he hopped over the hall's threshold and jogged down its steps.
At this sight, the tension in the Faceless One's eyes visibly eased.
He was not the only one. The black-robed Thousand Heads watching through the Spirit Mirror also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
He firmly believed that Xu Taiping had managed to kill over a hundred Faceless Ones because there had been a traitor among them, and that Xu Taiping could not possibly possess any art of divination or aura reading.
But no matter what, the lives of over a hundred Faceless Ones lay before him.
However firmly he believed it, he could not help wavering a little.
"See? What did I tell you? There are no what-ifs."
Seeing Wu Baishou in the Spirit Mirror successfully fool the young monk and prepare to enter the Kashyapa Treasure Hall without incident, the black-robed Thousand Heads folded his arms across his chest, a trace of smugness showing in his eyes.
Now he could conclude that Xu Taiping had escaped the tavern only through good luck.
"Senior Brother Hengyuan!"
Just then, a bright, cheerful voice suddenly rang out from the Spirit Mirror.
Both the black-robed Thousand Heads and Sun Baishou's Primordial Spirit jumped, thinking something had gone wrong again.
But when they looked closely into the Spirit Mirror, they discovered that the young monk, who had already dashed past Wu Baishou, had suddenly stopped and called out to him again.
"What is it?"
Posing as Hengyuan, Wu Baishou forcibly suppressed his anger, pressed his palms together, and turned toward the young monk