The man put down the carving knife in his hand and casually sat on a pile of firewood, resembling a real old farmer, then said, "Fahmi allowed you to seek me out, you must have offered a condition he couldn't refuse. Speak, what brings you here?"
The tall, thin monk carefully chose his words, saying, "A person has recently risen, very young, yet bears a title: Great Wilderness Gun Saint."
The man's expression remained unchanged, casually saying, "Is the Pure Land out of people? Do you need outsiders to kill someone?"
"You, being a close friend of Fahmi Senior Brother, are not considered an outsider." The tall, thin monk spoke sincerely, as if he genuinely believed it.
The man was expressionless, and said, "Get to the point."
