"I don't quite understand. Granted, your line of work is a good one, but surely it can't compare to a genuine Tathagata fruit position, no matter what you do?"
Ancestor Minghe spoke with a "kind and pleasant expression."
Yet no one expected Starflow Daoist to answer so earnestly:
"This humble one believes that, although Buddhism is powerful today, and your sect's members are disciples of Sages, on the surface, Buddhism may look bright and glorious..."
Before Starflow Daoist could say any more, Taishang Laozi, whose four thousand years of refining worlds had brought out a somewhat neurotic Ancestral Reversion in him, impatiently interjected:
"No matter! Since you've come to the melon patch looking for melons, I'll protect you, you melon-stealing beast! Speak freely. I guarantee you won't die!"
If this had been the original ancient immortal, billions of years old, with his transcendent bearing and ethereal air, Starflow might have spent a good while kowtowing on the spot.
Instead, his movements betrayed some hesitation.
They say this is His Highness Sage Taishang Laozi, but why has he become so utterly unhinged? And what's with the spatula and kitchen knife in his hands?
Did refining worlds and brewing pills require kitchen knives now?
Starflow did not understand, but he was profoundly shaken.
Besides, "I guarantee you won't die" could be interpreted in many different ways.
What if he was left with nothing but his life?
How would that be any different from death?
Starflow Daoist could not be certain, but he absolutely refused to gamble on it.
"Speak freely. I'll protect you in every respect."
Xu Tong spoke somewhat indecisively, and faint silhouettes of four Divine Swords appeared behind him.
All the baleful energy that had instantly filled heaven and earth flowed back to his side.
One look was enough to