"That must mean it's fated that we should meet, just as wisdom will ultimately return to what is right!" Deacon Carr sighed.
To not walk the path of righteousness is called folly!
Gary Smith frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
This guy's intelligence had not just improved by leaps and bounds, but had dramatically transformed into an aircraft carrier, making him very alert.
This child must not be allowed to live!
"What I mean is..." Deacon Carr reached out to pluck a blood-red bodhi seed and looked at the Tushita Infant inside it, murmuring, "I pursued wisdom, yet wisdom hunted me; you tread upon the path of correctness, but aren't you toyed with by the truth?"
Me... playing with myself?
Gary Smith scoffed internally, realizing that the other must have misunderstood, seemingly taking him for a mere pawn of some great existence.
