Rather than dispelling Zhao Rui's confusion, Zen Master Puhua's words only deepened it.
"The Shaolin's stance?"
Zhao Rui asked with a frown.
"The great war with Gui Xu is imminent. As long as the Evil Dao doesn't overstep its bounds, we should let it be. We must avoid a direct confrontation for now."
After he spoke, Zen Master Puhua seemed to feel his own words were shameful. He couldn't help but recite a Buddhist mantra and bow his head.
"Heh. Such a Buddhist heart, delivering salvation to all."
Zhao Rui couldn't help but sneer.
"Donor Zhao, this is simply the way the tide is turning. If we waste our strength on internal strife, the Central Plains Martial Arts will be in peril, as will the world itself."
Zen Master Puhua sighed, momentarily at a loss for words.
"Thank you for your candor, Zen Master. I'll take my leave."
