For a moment, Lin Chen was bewildered. What was going on?
Where did this monk come from?
Wasn't he in closed-door cultivation inside a tent at the Dragon Mountain Sect Camp? How come the moment he opened his eyes he saw a monk?
Where was his Master?
Where were the other members of the Dragon Mountain Sect?
Lin Chen dared not move. Although the monk was just staring at him, Lin Chen felt like he was being watched by a ferocious tiger; his intuition told him that any rash move on his part might attract a disaster.
While countless thoughts were racing through Lin Chen's head, the monk fixed his gaze on him and asked again, "What is Buddhism?"
The crazed look in the monk's eyes had become even more apparent, and his impatience and irritability were growing.
Lin Chen felt that if he did not answer soon, the monk would likely attack him.
