Jia Xun's face lost its compassion, replaced with a certain cold murderous intent.
Those naturally long and enchanting eyes, much like a lady's, glimmered with a chilling light at this moment.
This Jia Xun no longer seemed like the compassionate Buddha's Son, but rather more like a desperate Martial Artist who had experienced countless bloody battles.
This extreme contrast made Su Tu even more curious about Jia Xun. He looked at Jia Xun with a questioning gaze.
"An evil spirit?"
Su Tu repeated Jia Xun's words from earlier, slowly sipping his cup of clear tea.
"Yes, indeed an evil spirit!"
Jia Xun nodded earnestly.
Su Tu noticed that at this moment, Jia Xun's teeth were clenched tightly, as if he wished to crush his teeth. His eyes were like those of a vicious wolf, sending chills down the spine.
"What did the reincarnated form of the Golden Pool Monk do to make him hate so deeply?"
Su Tu couldn't help but think this, and his gaze towards Jia Xun changed slightly.
