Compared to Jianxing, who kept his head down, stammered when he spoke, and appeared overly timid, Jianwu, the little novice monk, was much more lively. His eyes darted around all the way, clearly eager to ask questions but too worried about offending the distinguished guest. He could only scratch his head and rub his ears in frustration.
Ming Zhi watched his restless behavior with amusement hidden in his heart.
He naturally had no interest in solving the curiosities of a little monk, but with Jianxing—the traitorous insider—now absent, there were indeed some questions he needed answers to. Ming Zhi adopted a seemingly casual tone of idle chatter and spoke:
"Jianwu, there's something I don't quite understand. Why is Golden Cicada Temple named as such?"
Jianwu froze slightly before responding:
"Master, to tell you the truth, I really don't know…"
"Oh?" Ming Zhi smiled and asked, "How long have you been here?"
