Ru Nan looked at Ruzhong, who appeared extraordinarily old.
As his senior brother, Ruzhong was naturally older than he was, but among great cultivators, a difference of several hundred years should not have made such a vast difference in their appearances.
He still looked like a young man, yet this Buddha, who had spent who knew how long on the Western Ox-He Continent, was now decrepit with age.
The Buddhist Sect had few Karma Buddhas to begin with, and those Karma Buddhas had all cultivated together, Buddhist Scriptures in hand, in the Great Thunderclap Temple.
At the very least, Ruzhong had once taught him cultivation, Buddhist principles, and how to conduct himself.
Time did indeed fade old memories. At least, when he sat in the Great Thunderclap Temple, he would question whether this former senior brother had betrayed the Buddhist Sect.
But once he set foot on this land and truly had to face his senior brother of old...
Those memories he had thought forgotten, those forgotten feelings, welled up in his heart too.
So...
It was true that Ruzhong had said he was giving him time to argue his case.
But it was also true that Ru Nan had not decided how to deal with this.
Because Ru Nan understood that the Buddhist Sect's Karma Buddhas were its ultimate source of confidence.
If even the Karma Buddhas could no longer be trusted at all, were they supposed to rely on the Dust-Matters Buddhas who had come for profit?
But once certain things were laid bare, there would be no room left to maneuver.
A conversation at their level set the tone for the Buddhist Sect.
For Ruzhong to speak this way meant he had indeed done it deliberately.
Ru Nan could no longer bring it up lightly and then