"What's wrong? Don't scare me." Yang Xiao really couldn't take any more scares now; to him, the three words "young priest" felt like an immediate death sentence.
"I know why the Cannibal Buddha wants to take you in as his adopted son." Sheng Yanlin took a deep breath. "Of course part of it is that he appreciates you, but just that bit of fondness is far from enough to go this far. He needs you, needs you as his adopted son, using that identity to achieve his goal."
"Did he mention Ashan Palace, say he'll build a Holy Temple for you and establish your name there, and give you some golden token or something?" Sheng Yanlin asked hurriedly.
"Yeah, yeah." Yang Xiao panicked. Sheng Yanlin's words were spot on, not a syllable off; he vaguely sensed that he'd been set up.
"Looks like that's it." Sheng Yanlin slowly sat down, as if mulling something over.
