Chan Yi was speaking in riddles.
Chu Ning's lips twitched, his expression turning solemn as he said, "Master Chan Yi, the Rice Fish People have appeared."
"Rice Fish People?"
"Yes, those people truly deserve to die." Chu Ning nodded, his face contorted with anger.
"Benefactor Ji..."
"Master Chan Yi, you must certainly share my thoughts on this matter."
Chu Ning looked at Chan Yi, who appeared somewhat puzzled: "Benefactor Ji, this humble monk does not know who you are referring to with the term 'Rice Fish People'?"
"Master Chan Yi, you don't know? They should have their souls scattered to the winds, they are truly detestable."
Towards the end, Chu Ning's whole body was enveloped with a killing intent: "Master Chan Yi, will you join me later in extinguishing these people's lives?"
