"You… You demon! Why should I believe you?!"
Dharma Treasury retorted, but a flicker of hesitation betrayed itself in the depths of his eyes.
'I have to live. Only then can I deliver the message. Only then can I have my revenge!'
'This Chen Sheng... He did have a reputation for rarely going back on his word.'
"I, Chen Sheng, have always been a man of my word."
Chen Sheng's tone was placid.
"What, you don't even have the courage to take a gamble? Or perhaps you know in your heart that Golden Spring Temple... wasn't so innocent after all?"
Dharma Treasury's chest heaved, his mind a battlefield of conflict.
"Fine, I'll say it… Golden Spring Temple's… destruction… was… was deserved!"
The last two words were nearly inaudible, yet they carried clearly.
After speaking, Dharma Treasury looked as if he'd been drained of all strength. His face was ashen, but his eyes remained locked on Chen Sheng, waiting for a reaction.
