"It seems the benefactor remains obstinate and is determined to protect that woman, then?"
Huiming gazed at the man seated above him. The compassionate look in his eyes vanished, replaced by a trace of coldness on his slightly stern face, while his rugged, oversized hand gently twitched at the massive, pitch-black prayer beads.
Silently and imperceptibly, a vast aura of Buddhist intent enveloped the front hall.
Chapter 140