Jingming fell silent for a long time. Beneath the bloodstains, her long eyelashes trembled slightly before she finally spoke. "You chose not to kill me. You must want something from me."
Her voice remained calm, yet it carried an almost imperceptible tension.
Xu Yunfan's chin tilted up. "I've heard your Buddhist Sect has something called the Joyful Zen Method. I wonder if you're familiar with it, monk?"
Jingming froze, her body instantly going rigid.
She had been cultivating at Mituo Temple since childhood. When had she ever heard such blatant blasphemy?
To single out the words "Joyful Zen" from the Buddhist scriptures was like ripping open an abyss of carnal desire before a chaste cultivator.
The tip of the mace pressed against her throat, but the shock of his words struck her Heart and Spirit with far greater force.
