After seeing that there were no problems, Ye Lin left the place with Wang Tian and headed all the way toward Still Sea Temple.
At this moment, within Still Sea Temple...
"Jingxin, how could you make such a decision on your own? That Heavenly Dragon Water was accumulated bit by bit only after our Still Sea Temple collected it for hundreds of thousands of years. How could you be so generous with it?"
Within the resplendent golden hall, the three brothers Jingxin, Jingwu, and Jingsha knelt beneath an enormous golden Buddha statue.
Buddhas gathered all around them, some standing, some sitting, but they all wore the same expression at this moment: fury.
Every one of them glared angrily at the three brothers kneeling before them.
"Master is trapped in a difficult situation. This is the only method I could think of. Besides, I believe Benefactor Blood Baleful will certainly honor the agreement. We need only wait patiently."
Jingxin pressed his palms together, closed his eyes, and spoke softly.
"An agreement? What fucking agreement? Do you actually believe that?"
"Cultivation, cultivation—you've cultivated yourself right into a dog's belly! You're already this old; what haven't you seen in this world? Do agreements count for anything?"
"I'd say that Heavenly Dragon Water has probably gone straight down the drain. You wastrel! That was Heavenly Dragon Water we accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years, you wastrel!"
Beside Jingxin, a Buddha clad in a yellow monk's robe pointed at Jingxin's head and cursed him furiously, displaying not the slightest bit of Buddha-like bearing.
The monks around them merely watched the scene coldly, with no intention whatsoever of stepping forward to mediate.
Jingxin, meanwhile, simply kept his eyes closed and remained silent, as though everything happening around him had nothing to do with him.
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