The young monk turned a shadowed gaze on Chu Xingchen.
The Faceless Buddha had been suppressed for a thousand years, but he had not. There was nothing like a Soul Devouring Pill in the cultivation world these days. If there were, the Buddhist Sect would have known about it long ago. Clearly, Chu Xingchen was using some unknown means to bluff him.
But then again, judging by the Faceless Buddha's momentary silence and apparent uncertainty, he might actually have fallen for it.
The brat looked so righteous, practically wearing the words "justice in my heart" on his face, his very bearing declaring, "I am justice." Yet barely two sentences in, he had already started laying traps.
Once this man grew stronger, he would surely be even trickier to handle than Bai Xuanling. More frightening than a ruthless man was a ruthless man who used his brains to ensnare others.
Someone like him probably had an extremely low bottom line, too.
But although the young monk understood the situation, he said nothing more.
At least, judging by how things were going, Chu Xingchen did not trust the Faceless Buddha. Whether the Buddhist Child lived or died no longer mattered to the young monk. What mattered was keeping this great Buddha here today.
The Faceless Buddha remained motionless, facing Chu Xingchen all the while.
Clearly, he was weighing his options, and was extremely unwilling to give up.
Chu Xingchen naturally noticed. The Faceless Buddha was willing to stake his life on this chance. A thousand years of suppression... probably had not been a retirement with meals, lodging, and someone to chat with.
It was probably more of a journey through a dark room, resting on a tiger bench and exercising under a whip dipped in salt water.
The negotiations had already begun.