Wang Anfeng returned to his guest room, but his heart was still somewhat unsettled by the recent event. Gong Yu, who normally recognized people by the color of their clothes, had unexpectedly revealed his disguise outright.
Now, when thinking about how he felt, worry was minor, but surprise was indeed greater.
In a few steps, he reached the wooden table and poured himself a cup of tea to calm his nerves. Holding it in his hands, he did not drink it right away. Only after the hot tea had turned cold did he come back to his senses, giving a wry laugh involuntarily, drank up the tea, and gently rubbed the porcelain cup with his thumbs, murmuring to himself:
"Master said that all beings see various forms and thus fall into various illusions, unable to attain liberation. Could it be that Miss Gong Yu does not focus on external appearance and naturally has the innate bodhi mind that observes as the law dictates?"
