Maitreya's body stiffened for a moment.
His gaze toward Wang Ye was already filled with complexity.
Damn it.
I'm talking serious business with you, and you're chatting with me about games?
More importantly—
In this dreary environment, I want to play too. You can kill off this avatar and reactivate it whenever something comes up, but I can't.
Seeing Maitreya's face, so full of the suffering of the world, Wang Ye smiled faintly.
"Teacher, I actually figured this out a long time ago."
"Put simply, wise men make mistakes."
"But they don't make such obvious mistakes. You could say your spiritual power was insufficient, so you couldn't see the formation patterns on the wall."
"You could say that seeing the Buddha's physical body made you so excited that, in your haste, you inevitably lost your reason."
"All of that would make sense."
"But if you apply it to Maitreya, it doesn't make sense."
"I was also deeply puzzled as to why."
"Later, I gradually came to an understanding."
Wang Ye looked into Maitreya's calm eyes. "You were too anxious."
"You didn't have much time left. You knew this place was a trap, but the trap also held more than enough bait."
"So you had to bite."
"Even if it meant falling into danger."
"So you deliberately jumped in, and the person you had prepared to help get you off the hook was me."
"Of course, that part was easy to guess. I didn't waste much time on it."
"And it isn't worth boasting about."
Wang Ye quickly skipped past that point and continued. "What I never understood was why you were so confident that I wouldn't swallow your bait."
"You even took the initiative, again and again, to say that all this blood qi could be mine."
"Either this blood