I ran out of Wang Meilan's home, filled with unease.
When Zhang Rong saw me covered in wounds, he first sighed in relief, then hurriedly opened the car door for me.
Once I got in, he prepared to drive me back to Qingyang Temple.
"Not bad."
Zhang Rong praised me with a smile. "You've only really been learning martial arts for two or three months, and you managed to take that bastard down. That's already impressive. Fucking awesome."
I had no interest in talking to him at all and merely nodded absently.
Of those two phone calls earlier, one had been from Grandmaster and the other from Master.
Grandmaster was already angry. I could tell he wanted to bring me into the fold, but he hadn't expected me to defy his wishes. I had effectively made him lose face.
Master had also tried to reason with me over the phone. He wanted me to do as Grandmaster said and kill Wang Meilan's child.
But I hadn't listened. I had even criticized both Master and Grandmaster over the phone.
It hadn't even been half a year yet, and I still had another six months to spend at Qingyang Temple. Never mind how I would face them during those remaining six months-I wasn't even sure they would let me off tonight.
I knew their secrets and what they were doing. Now that I had defied them, would they act as though nothing had happened...?
Many people in the temple were involved in what they were doing, including Zhang Rong and Xiang Yifeng. To protect those people, they had to silence me.
There were two ways to silence me. One was to make me forget those memories, which was the gentlest option.
The other was that only the dead could keep secrets...
Seeing