Feng Yi Ju's face was like still autumn water, silent.
"Pah," spat the Toad, ejecting a mouthful of saliva over the railing of the Flying Boat: "Putting on airs of virtue, when it's just ambition. Talking about great love, do you think you can set up a memorial archway? Sacrificing others to show your great love, who the hell can't do that?"
Within the Cave Heaven projection above Feng Yi Ju's head, even the old monk's compassionate visage faltered for a moment before he shook his head and said, "Benefactor, baseless claims are easy to make. In all of East Cloud, if you so desired, you could have it with a single word, you should know..."
Before he could finish, a voice came from the eastern sky: "What the Frog Taoist friend says represents the stance of Xuan Tian Gate. If Friend Su He desires it, let alone the trivial East Cloud, any Cave Heaven and Blessed Land within the Xuan Tian Immortal Domain is yours for the asking!"
