At Master Orion's harsh words, the abbot paused in rotating his prayer beads, his voice calm and authoritative. "Orion, cultivate your heart before you cultivate your spiritual practice. Your heart is in turmoil."
As he heard these words, it was as if a bucket of cold water had drenched Orion from head to toe, making him shiver.
His anger and agitation were extinguished, and reason and rationality gradually returned.
He bowed his head and muttered an Amitabha prayer, "This laywoman, I apologize for my momentary lapse into dementia earlier. I hope you can forgive me."
Caroline Edwin looked at the person in front of her.
While he was apologizing, there was still defiance lingering in his eyes.
She gave a faint smile, "I didn't expect Master Orion to apologize in person."
Orion: "..."
Something about this woman's gaze made him inexplicably scared deep within, as if his soul's essence had been seen through.
"Let's go."
