At the sight of Tsering's face, a buzz jolted through Qu Zan's ears.
Tsering's gaze was dark and inscrutable as he scrutinized Qu Zan like a venomous snake.
In Qu Zan's childhood memories, that gaze had fixed on him countless times.
Once it did, Tsering would lead the others in bullying, tormenting, and even savagely beating him. As the third young master of Bado Manor, Tsering was naturally the leader of the serfs' and servants' children, and wherever there was a leader, there were children he bullied.
Qu Zan had been one of those bullied children since he was little.
His childhood memories had already blurred, but the pain of being bullied remained.
A smile touched Qu Zan's lips, and puzzlement showed in his eyes. He pressed his palms together and said, "What guidance do you have for me, senior brother?"
"On the orders of the Abbot of our temple's Discipline Academy, I've come to ask you to come answer some questions," Tsering said, his tone quite polite.
"Oh, then I must inform the elder first," Qu Zan said.
"No need. Your elders are all there," Tsering said, gesturing for him to proceed.
Qu Zan nodded and followed Tsering.
With one ahead of the other, the two walked slowly through the temple, alone.
Qu Zan watched Tsering's back, a cold light deep in his eyes.
He had lived at Bado Manor since childhood, tormented by winter's cold and summer's heat. For sixteen years he had been a slave, without a single day free of suffering, without a single day when he did not hate those bastards who stood high above him.
But he knew revenge need not be rushed. Killing someone here would be unwise indeed.
"Master Gyatso, your performance today truly earned my admiration. Chilie was extremely accomplished at