"What about you? What's your opinion?" Chi Hai Scripture Master asked.
Song Lin had been resting for five days. If this went on any longer, Chi Hai would start to suspect that this fellow was overly cautious and afraid of death.
"Alright, I have no objections, Master."
Song Lin bowed to everyone and then returned to his room to pack his belongings.
"Daoist Hua Qing, may I have a word with you?" Song Lin said in a low voice as he passed by Hua Qing.
"What's wrong?" Hua Qing asked, visibly puzzled.
He followed Song Lin into the room.
"I suspect there's a traitor in Xuanke Temple—someone is trying to kill me!"
"Who?" Hua Qing's brows furrowed. There had indeed been signs; the chaotic administration at Xuanke Temple this time suggested an erosion of discipline within the sect.
"I'm not sure yet, but I have a suspect in mind. I'd like to ask for your help: when they reveal themselves, I'll need someone to bear witness for me."
