"Amitabha, Benefactor Xu. Arising and passing, all things have their destined course. Your marriage fate does not lie with my disciple."
"You... take care of yourself."
After chanting a Buddhist invocation, the Buddha in the sky slowly turned and looked toward Ye Lin.
"Benefactor."
Seeing the huge fellow before him, Ye Lin slowly backed away. This big guy wasn't planning to settle private scores in public, was he?
He had ruined quite a few of the Myriad Dharma Buddhist Sect's plans.
Surely this guy wasn't going to deal with him right here?
"Young Master, when this old monk was young, I too was like you—unafraid of Heaven and earth, doing as I pleased."
"But what is too rigid breaks easily. I hope Young Master will take care of himself."
The Buddha gave him a deep look, then slowly turned away after leaving behind words Ye Lin found unfathomable.
The next moment, the golden light faded, and the golden Buddha completely vanished as well.
Ye Lin stood where he was, his expression shifting between light and dark.
This guy was openly threatening him.
But after thinking for a moment, he tossed the threat to the back of his mind.
A threat?
He was not afraid of threats.
If you had the ability, come out and reason with him yourself.
"Amitabha. Let us go."
The next moment, under the gaze of countless cultivators, the disciples of the Myriad Dharma Buddhist Sect turned and departed.
Only then did the countless cultivators look toward Xu Xian, who stood on the arena platform looking utterly lost. They rose, shook their heads, and turned to leave.
Some cultivators among them also nodded amiably toward Ye Lin.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk."
Ye Lin stood in place, clicking his tongue in wonder. After glancing at that unlucky fellow, he