“But…” Xu Yangyi took a deep breath and abruptly lifted his head. “I have to look inside your robe first! That is, one end of the chain is linked to the demon king. Where is the end that belongs to you?”

“If it’s in your hand, Junior will do as you say right now. If not…” Not only did he not advance, Xu Yangyi instead took a step with great caution. “Forgive me, but I’ll be hard-pressed to comply.”

Silence. A silence like that of death. The old monk’s serenity gradually receded, replaced by a wisp of faint meaning. It came with a terrible solemness.

“Hahahaha!” The azure-robed woman’s wild laughter eventually rang out again. “You gutless noble! You may have kept heaven and earth in darkness, but how could you conceal it from the heart?!”

Gutless noble? [1]

Everyone’s gazes looked at the monk in astonishment. The monk’s expression was still without joy or sorrow, and his eyes regained serenity.

“Senior…” Fahui gasped coldly. In Buddhism there was never a figure given the name of noble. In other words… 

Everyone had been deceived! This man absolutely wasn’t a monk! On the contrary, he was just borrowing this outer appearance!

“A great lie,” the old monk finally spoke. He seemed to see what everyone was thinking and uttered, “This poor monk is indeed a...