"Fine, then speak, Master! Who is it that you do not want me to meet? It certainly isn't Xiao Jun, is it?" Xiao Hua asked even more directly.
"No!"
"Who is it?"
"This person is the one Fellow Immortal Xiao seeks, yet not the true person in Fellow Immortal Xiao's heart! And this old monk does not utter falsehoods—the man truly is not in Danliang Kingdom." Jingyi was speaking in riddles again.
"Whoosh..." A tremendous gust suddenly rose. Jingyi and Jingkou abruptly felt the space around them freeze solid. Not only could they not move, even breathing became difficult. Jingkou's face changed drastically. The Zen staff in his hand trembled as Buddhist light flared brightly, but before his thought power could reach the staff, Xiao Hua's hand shot out and clamped tightly around Jingyi's throat. He snarled viciously, "Little monk, can't you speak properly? Who exactly is this person?"
Jingyi did not resist, allowing Xiao Hua to seize his throat. In a somewhat hoarse voice, he said, "This old monk cannot say it, nor does he wish to. If this old monk says it, I fear... Fellow Immortal will be unable to leave Danliang Kingdom, and I also fear that my Danliang Kingdom will... cease to exist!"
"Who? Who could be that formidable?" Xiao Hua was startled and pressed him further.
"Alas..." A soft sigh drifted over like a spring breeze. In the instant it brushed across his face, Xiao Hua's Divine Thought Hammer dissolved into nothingness. A strand of Buddhist consciousness, even more faint and tranquil than Xiao Hua's own, swept over from a distant mountain peak. Then a voice, louder than a great bell or mighty chime, rang in Xiao Hua's ears. "If the benefactor seeks this old monk, then come over."
"Grandmaster..." Jingyi broke free from Xiao