"Excellent, excellent. This little monk greets you."
No sooner had he spoken than—
A smiling Buddha suddenly appeared ahead.
Maitreya smiled faintly, prayer beads rolling between his fingers.
Broken Sword was startled out of its wits.
Sure enough, in a place like the West Sea—
One really could not speak ill of monks behind their backs.
Who knew when some monk cultivator would suddenly pop out?
"Cough, cough. What do you want?"
Broken Sword was exceedingly vigilant.
It feared that it, too, would be converted into the Buddhist Sect.
It was the Killing Sword. If it had to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures every day, what kind of Killing Sword Dao would that be?
This monk looked perpetually cheerful, with gentle and kind features.
Compassionate at heart.
Yet Broken Sword knew that in the cultivation world, one could not judge a person's Dao Heart from their appearance.
"Benefactor, there is no need for caution."
"This little monk merely arrived here by karmic affinity and happened to sense a thread of Buddhist Affinity from long ago."
"Buddhist Affinity? You mean him?"
Broken Sword looked toward its swordmaster.
The man possessed ordinary talent and average comprehension. He had painstakingly cultivated himself to the bone for so long, and even had the tremendous opportunity of Broken Sword at his side.
Yet he actually claimed that only what he cultivated himself could be considered his own path.
Though he respectfully called Broken Sword "Senior" at every turn, his dull mediocrity was simply rubbing away all the experiences Broken Sword had accumulated over endless years.
Every swordmaster it had encountered had been Heaven's Pride.
It was only after awakening in this current era—
That it had run into walls everywhere.
First, it encountered someone who disdained it. Then it encountered several who died