"You should know that you shouldn't covet the relic, right?"
Those were the monk's words, and also a warning—a warning for Fang Yu not to covet the relic. It had been left behind by the Buddhist Emperor, not for Fang Yu, but for Fang Yu's younger brother. Everything had been planned, arranged, and plotted out. It was simply not something Fang Yu alone could change.
"The capable possess all things beneath heaven. How could anyone pass up a treasure like this? Right? So I'm definitely taking it. No one can stop me, including you, Master—unless that old bald donkey comes himself. Otherwise, don't even think about it."
"If you insist on stopping me, Master, then don't blame me for being rude. I can't guarantee how much will be lost, how many will be hurt, or how many will die. But I can guarantee it won't be a small number. I can guarantee that much. I can't say exactly how many people will die, but one thing is certain: the death toll will far exceed your imagination and expectations, Master. This is already beyond anything you can imagine. But don't think you alone can stop it. This isn't something a single monk like you can stop. It's not something you can stop, nor is it something I can stop. All I need to do is fulfill what I said I would do. That is what I have to do—I have to do what must be done. And these things are not something you can change, Master. Forget you—even I can't change all this. There's nothing to be done about it. In truth, I can't change it either. That's the truth. I'm not lying to you about this. Honestly, I really can't change any of it. Though I've been doing everything I