Monk Fengxi stared at Tu Suxia.
The monk's gaze was calm, without a hint of joy or anger.
Yet Tu Suxia, being stared at, felt like sitting on pins and needles, inexplicably guilty.
"Master, I don't understand what you mean."
"It seems, Chairman Tu, that you are beyond redemption."
Monk Fengxi sighed.
The seven-colored Buddhist beads in his hand clicked and clacked as he fidgeted with them.
"Master Fengxi, I truly don't understand. If Master Fengxi has any information about the owner of these stacks of Joss Paper, please inform me, and I'll leave you undisturbed."
Tu Suxia got up, intending to leave.
As soon as he took a step, the door in front of him slammed shut.
"Master Fengxi, what do you mean by this?"
Tu Suxia's expression turned sour.
"Chairman Tu, though I am a monk, I have heard a few things. Regarding the issue of Taoyao Pavilion, you fabricated consent to eliminate dissents, and murdered the owner of Taoyao Pavilion."
Monk Fengxi spoke slowly.
