Do Strategists All Have a Rebellious Streak?

Wang Ye scrutinized Maitreya for a moment, his eyes thoughtful.

Was he really certain he could kill Maitreya?

Having destroyed Maitreya's last hope, there was no telling what that bald monk might do in his madness.

Other than himself, who in the Heaven Group could stop him?

Wang Ye's expression remained unchanged as he watched Maitreya. Then he suddenly smiled, his smile full of warmth. "Master, you jest."

"In my heart, you are the person I respect most!"

"How could I possibly lay a hand on you?"

"That would be betraying my master and dishonoring my ancestors!"

"Isn't that right, Master!!!"

Wang Ye put heavy emphasis on the final word, "Master," and his meaning was clear.

I can work with you and stay out of your way.

But the prerequisite is—

You have to take the blame for what I did using your name.

You must take it!

Maitreya was somewhat helpless. Finding the Buddha would benefit you too, so why the hell did you keep threatening to cause trouble?

Still—

Wang Ye was using his name. He probably couldn't do anything too outrageous, could he?

Previously, Wang Ye had only possessed the strength of a Bodhisattva. The enemies he had provoked—

Buddhas, Great Immortals—

At most, that was all.

He had heard that Wang Ye had cursed the Great Emperor of the North Pole while using his identity, but it did not matter. It was just a few insults. Once he truly reached that legendary realm, the Great Emperor of the North Pole would be nothing worth mentioning!

"What you say is reasonable, benefactor."

"From this day onward, why not let this humble monk accept you as an outer disciple?"

Maitreya pondered for a moment and decided that he should still be able to bear this burden before speaking.