"Alright, I understand."
After getting out of the car, Ren Feng walked up along the dirt slope leading up the mountain.
Agamemnon watched Ren Feng's figure disappear, still feeling a trace of worry, but he couldn't get too deeply involved; his family was in India, and if he followed Ren Feng in opposing the Brahma Sect, he wouldn't even know how he died.
"Let's go back. What happened today, no one is allowed to mention it, understand?"
"Yes."
The driver drove the Lincoln back.
Only when Ren Feng climbed the mountain did he realize this was not a barren hill; green vegetation covered the slopes, and along the way he could see some little novice monks walking through the forest with things in their arms.
In the distance, there was also a temple of Buddhism half-hidden among the trees.
Ren Feng walked into the temple; there were not many people inside, and a few monks were chanting sutras.
