The young monk could no longer hide his astonishment as he stared in disbelief at the Faceless Buddha, whose control over Wish Power was gradually easing.
What was going on?
How was this seeing the situation clearly? Had a thousand years of suppression crushed his brains instead?
The young monk hurriedly turned his gaze toward Chu Xingchen and Xu Jin. Judging by Chu Xingchen's earlier nonsense and threats, the brat was blackhearted enough that he might not honor any promise-and he had not made any promise in the first place.
But what if Chu Xingchen's brains had been crushed along with the Evil Buddha's, and he insisted on freeing him?
In the young monk's sight, Chu Xingchen's expression remained utterly calm, while Xu Jin beside him wore an expression much like his own.
Though Chu Xingchen looked calm, uncertainty stirred in his heart-were there really things that could be solved through talk alone?
Previously, his verbal tactics had merely been about attacking the enemy's heart first, while claiming the moral high ground along the way for some nebulous boost from justice. He had never expected to resolve things with words alone. Most of the time, he still needed methods and victory in a fight.
This sort of thing, where he talked someone into swallowing his nonsense entirely... was a first for Chu Xingchen.
After all, Chu Xingchen had his limits. With someone of mascot-level intelligence like Sandong, he would at most coax her, rarely deploying advanced verbal tactics. Quite likely, her eyes would well with tears before he got through two sentences.
Sensing a peculiar gaze from beside him, Chu Xingchen glanced over. Xu Jin wore an indescribable expression, but his eyes conveyed his meaning quite clearly-Was this the power of a Child of the Heavenly Mandate? Even this worked?!