After Shen Yi asked, he still watched him calmly.
So much so that the thin monk was caught off guard for a moment and almost thought the other party really wanted an "answer."
Moments later, rage surged from the depths of his heart.
His gaze was sinister, his breathing rapid; since the day he arrived in Baiyun County, no one had ever dared to provoke him like this.
The thin monk clenched his fist, his fingernails digging painfully into his palm.
He wished he could split the other's head open with full force.
But for some reason, under the other's placid gaze, he felt inexplicably flustered, and his hand hesitated to rise. Had he become too comfortable in the Lin Residence, losing his fighting spirit?
No, it simply wasn't worth it to quibble with a dead man—far from wise.
Offending the Fox Demon of North Cliff, where did the other have any chance of survival? There was no need for him to take action himself.
