In the wilderness, Buddha's Son Guang Ming spoke with ringing confidence, his body radiating righteousness.
Minor Metal couldn't help but laugh. "What? Are you saying you weren't the one who killed the people of the ten cities in the East?"
Hearing this, Buddha's Son Guang Ming frowned deeply. "Patron, do not speak such nonsense. How could I, a humble monk, kill anyone? They all came willingly to aid me in my Buddhist Cultivation."
"Buddhist Cultivation? Did they cultivate themselves to death?" Minor Metal shot back.
Buddha's Son Guang Ming immediately shook his head, a pained expression on his face. "Their Karma was insufficient. After all, attaining true Buddhahood is difficult. But even so, this can be considered their blessing."
"You call this a blessing?"
"Is it not?"
