"It's you?"
A flicker of panic crossed Jin Caiyun's face. She smoothed the hair at her temples and quickly regained her composure.
"You seem surprised, Senior Sister. What are you doing here instead of sleeping?"
Fan Dazhi raised an eyebrow and asked coldly.
"I came to offer incense. What's it to you?"
Jin Caiyun bit her lower lip with her pearly teeth, her gaze wavering as she looked at Fan Dazhi.
"Coming to a temple to burn incense in the dead of night instead of sleeping? Senior Sister... could it be you've done too many guilty deeds during the day?"
Fan Dazhi gave a mocking laugh.
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Jin Caiyun's expression changed in anger.
"If you don't have a ghost haunting your conscience, why did you panic when you saw me?"
Fan Dazhi stared unblinkingly at Jin Caiyun and stepped forward to block her path.
"I know He An is your friend. Of course I was frightened-you might be plotting something, waiting for a chance to take revenge!"
A sly glint flashed through Jin Caiyun's eyes as she retorted.
"Plotting something, waiting for a chance to take revenge, huh... Senior Sister, who was that man you secretly met in the hills behind the Knowledge and Practice Institute?"
Fan Dazhi sneered and asked in a low voice.
"You damned fatty! You were following me!"
Jin Caiyun's pretty face instantly lost its color, and a cold, murderous gleam surfaced at the corners of her eyes.
"You can call me a fatty, but leave out the 'damned.' Just who are you-"
Before Fan Dazhi could finish, a sudden pain struck the back of his head.
He gave a muffled groan and collapsed unconscious.
A masked figure wearing a black headcloth and black clothes had appeared behind Fan Dazhi without anyone noticing.
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