The Buddha Takes His Seat

"Brat, get over here!"

The moment Biling Zi returned to the Lower Realm, she came storming over to settle the score with Zhang Yang.

"Martial Aunt, stop!" Zhang Yang shouted. "I have a question for you. Please answer it truthfully!"

"Go on!" Biling Zi glared fiercely at Zhang Yang. "Let's see what you could possibly say. In any case, if I don't teach you a lesson today, you won't know how formidable I am! Heavens, I've never been this embarrassed in my life. I've disgraced myself all the way to the Immortal Realm."

Zhang Yang remained expressionless and asked solemnly, "After taking the pills yourself, you can remain forever young, but have you considered everyone else?

"Seventh Martial Aunt is as close to you as your own hands and feet. You are both women, so you should both care greatly about beauty.

"Do you only wish to remain forever young yourself while watching Seventh Martial Aunt grow old, her hair turning white?

"If that is truly the case, then I have to ask: what exactly is this sisterly bond you speak of?"

"Ah..."

Biling Zi opened her mouth, yet could not say a single word.

Lowering his voice, Zhang Yang asked again, "Leaving Seventh Martial Aunt aside, what about my master? Would you simply watch my master grow old... Would you really have the heart to watch that handsome, dashing, dignified 'young man' in your heart turn into a decrepit old man?

"And the other Martial Uncles?

"Don't you think enjoying everything by yourself is a little too selfish?"

"This..."

Biling Zi was rendered speechless, unable to answer a single word.

After holding it in for a long while, she finally said bitterly, "There are only two pills in total. What do you expect me to do? Didn't you hear