Xia Wenjin laughed out of anger: "Can you be any more roundabout?"
The monk in white rolled his eyes. The image he had painstakingly crafted was unraveling because of Xia Wenjin, and now even his words were being despised. However, after rolling his eyes, he decided to just let it all go.
Moments ago, he had the demeanor of a high monk, lofty and unworldly, standing tall with great presence. But now, he simply sat down by the eaves, his body slumped, and said, "I've already told you my real name, are you satisfied now?"
Xia Wenjin said, "Remove your disguise!"
The monk in white snorted, lifted his white eyebrows, pulled off his white beard, and rubbed his face vigorously. As white make-up crumbled, the old monk with white eyebrows, white beard, and wrinkles on his face was transformed into a handsome youth in his twenties.
Xia Wenjin looked at the top of his head with a half-smile and said, "What about the tonsure scar? Not removing it?"
