"Is it that you don't like it, or are you just a coward? Otherwise why didn't you dare to fight back when the Black Buddha Mother's envoy came?" Yang Xiao thought to himself, but he didn't say it out loud.
Unexpectedly, with the Wisdom Stick in his hand, Sheng Yanlin's spiritual power perception reached such a degree that he seemed to have deciphered Yang Xiao's thoughts, or maybe it was Yang Xiao's slightly disdainful gaze that betrayed him. Sheng Yanlin exclaimed in surprise:
"Not really. If others say such things, it might be fine, but how can you even say that? When the Life Demanding Monk came to offer you the Great Saint Bodhisattva position, I didn't see you fight him to the death either."
In terms of personality and quality, Sheng Yanlin never thought himself as particularly noble, but at least he was better than Yang Xiao.
"Damn!" Yang Xiao was startled, "Mind reading?"
