"Gouchen?" The Bone Taoist glanced at the mask on Tang Luo's face and shook his head with regret, "The master still doesn't trust this old Taoist."
"I simply can't understand what could be so tempting for Blood Tower to make a move, enticing the renowned Bone Taoist of Zhongzhou to risk offending Buddha's Country to help assassinate the Xiushi Emperor. Would the Daoist Priest care to resolve my confusion?"
"Cough cough... It's not as mystical as the master describes. Assassins are humans too, and they need to eat and drink, relieve themselves. People like Feng You, who are pitiful enough to be hunted by the Dutian Heavenly King, can only stealthily take on jobs to get by. Here in this Kralahome God Temple, there is a roof over one's head, food and wine, beautiful women to serve by the bed—what more could one be dissatisfied with?"
The Daoist Priest laughed through his coughs on the bed, his tone filled with self-mockery.
