Marvelous Affinity Temple.
Chen Baiqing tapped the tabletop lightly, her calm gaze resting on Wuwang's deeply conflicted face.
Even the hardest choice could be settled in a single instant of gritted teeth-all that was missing was someone to give a push.
But the unease after making a choice, and the fear of its uncertainty, were what truly tormented the mind.
Especially when doing something one knew was wrong.
The unease within would become a vine, lashing straight at the heart.
Wuwang's decision had already settled into place. While he agonized, there had been no need for anyone to bewitch him; a single word of affirmation had been enough.
Perhaps those words-if I do not enter hell, who will?-had also struck precisely at Wuwang's heart.
Chen Baiqing did not offer Wuwang any comfort.
First, she disliked monks.
Second, she would not comfort anyone outside her own sect, except when necessary.
Strictly speaking, now that Wuwang had made his decision, there was essentially little use left for him in Chen Baiqing's eyes.
Still, there was always the off chance that this monk might have a little residual warmth left to put to use.
She could sit here a while, settle the monk's nerves, and make a few small adjustments to suit her wishes.
After returning with Cui Hao, Eldest Senior Sister had also come to ask about Wuwang's decision. But Wuwang, who had already made up his mind, had merely put her off, saying he needed to think it over some more.
Eldest Senior Sister had gone out to look around and seemingly made a judgment about the current situation-there was at least still some breathing room.
So she had not truly forced Wuwang to decide on the spot.
Just as initially expected, Second Senior Brother had said nothing to Eldest Senior