"Can you now tell me where my stuff has gone?" Faming asked with a smile, yet this smile appeared to the thieves of the Black Tiger Stockade as nothing short of a demon's grin.
Having witnessed Faming's strength, they dared not conceal anything, meticulously recounting everything that had occurred at the pawnshop.
As Faming listened, his brow furrowed. The mysterious Young Master Lin, a gift to celebrate an elder's birthday—the trail seemed to break off there. Amongst the vast sea of people, where could he begin to search for this unknown Lin Fang?
Moreover, the one capable of shielding their connection to the Alms Bowl was certainly no ordinary person, yet at that moment, he was utterly clueless.
Pondering with no conclusion, Faming began to sit cross-legged in the Black Tiger Stockade, chanting sutras. His body shone with Buddha's Light, and the chant resonated through the valley.
The thieves looked on in bewilderment, not understanding the purpose of the monk's chanting here.
