Jing Chen pressed his palms together, still wearing that devout, kindly expression. The Buddha light curling around him only heightened his solemn dignity.
"Hah?"
Su Hao laughed in fury. "This is a Buddha Son? A disciple under Buddha Venerate? If you did it, then admit it—I'd even respect you for daring to act and own it! But you did it and refuse to admit it, hiding your head like a turtle and disgracing Buddha Palace!"
"Even if you admitted it, there'd be nothing I could do to you. With the Buddha Palace Heavenly Treasure Wheel protecting you, no one can kill you!"
Su Hao had never imagined Jing Chen could stoop so low.
"Benefactor, you are right. Under heaven, only Master can judge this humble monk's sins.
"You cannot.
"So this humble monk's deed truly was nothing more than an unintentional mistake. Why must you pin an even greater crime upon me?
"Besides, both the Chiqing Realm and you emerged safe and sound. It was fated by Heaven's will in the unseen.
"My unintentional mistake may instead have brought you an even greater opportunity.
"From that perspective, fortune and calamity depend upon one another. This humble monk's error is also your blessing!"
Jing Chen smiled, not a trace of shame on his face.
"?" Su Hao was momentarily speechless.
The monks of the Buddhist sect were far too shameless!
"Of course, benefactor has suffered a great injustice and nearly met with disaster. This humble monk acknowledges this unintentional mistake and is willing to offer compensation and an apology.
"What do you think would ease your anger? This humble monk possesses nothing of worth, so I fear no gift of apology would satisfy you.
"They say killing someone vents one's rage. You may kill me as many times as you wish."