The Demon-Buddha's voice was centered and calm, with a grounding quality that acted like a sedative on the crowd. Since the plaza was filled with his followers, everyone fell in line.
Those who scored pills didn't get cocky, and those who missed out didn't try to start a riot. Everyone just quietly queued up to leave the square.
Suddenly, a voice rang out right in Wang Yue's ear: "Young friend, would you care to step inside the temple for a chat?"
Wang Yue gave a subtle nod. He grabbed Cancan's hand and started pushing against the flow of the crowd toward the temple entrance.
Watching the two of them head inside instead of leaving, the surrounding devotees looked on with pure envy.
Even though the monk had used a private telepathy technique to speak to Wang Yue, it was obvious to anyone watching: these two had been chosen by the Demon-Buddha himself for a face-to-face.
