Li Yan looked at Monk Faqi. During his earlier round of questioning, he had not pressed for details on this matter. It had not been what he needed to focus on before.
Following the usual procedure, after Li Yan arrived, Monk Faqi should first have taught him a lesson and warned him not to harbor any petty thoughts.
Afterward, Monk Faqi would have explained his own rules and the prison's rules to Li Yan one by one, and Li Yan would have had to remember them firmly.
This included how to identify "other shore flowers," yet now that they had already come here, Li Yan only knew their primary use.
When Monk Faqi saw Li Yan's gaze fixed on his face, he could not help but shudder.
A man as vicious as him had been left with a vast shadow in his heart after barely more than an hour.
Now, even hearing Li Yan's voice made him feel cold air constantly seeping from the joints and cracks of his bones.
"Y-yes, yes. This is an other shore flower. To identify it, you mainly look at the number of petals and the markings on its leaf stems. Fellow Daoist, please look at its..."
Monk Faqi hurriedly began explaining.
His eyes were full of caution. Having survived until now, Monk Faqi had not relied solely on his fists; he was also exceedingly skilled at reading people and situations.
Moreover, unlike some other squad leaders, once they were replaced by someone else, they would anxiously try to regain their dignity and reclaim their status.
He was different. When facing someone he could not defeat, he knew even better how to recognize the times and swiftly find the narrow cracks in which to survive.
After only a short while, Li Yan understood the method