"Hahaha!"
Jiang Yi looked to the sky and laughed with anger. "Little monk, according to what you said, there isn't any difference whether the medals are in your hands or in mine. If everything is 'emptiness' to you, why not… give me all your medals; and I will go with you to claim all the medals from everyone? I want the medals for fame while your group wants to stop the war, gain boundless virtue, and rescue many lives. Wouldn't everyone be satisfied?"
"Huh…"
The little monk blinked his eyes and was speechless. Jiang Yi's rebuttal was like using a spear while holding a shield. The little monk's dharma might be profound but was inexperienced and didn't have any knowledge of the worldly wisdom—naturally not an opponent for Jiang Yi's fallacious reasoning.
From Jiang Yi's perspective, the Great Zen Monastery might not have sent the monks for the rewards of the Kingdom War, but it was definitely not as noble and grand like the little monk said.
