Yi Chen instantly understood what Song He had meant by his earlier words.
"Pfft."
"Amitabha, having no troubles is a good thing after all."
"Tsk, are you really like this?"
The three people still hanging there expressed their views at the same time, their tones extremely mocking, to the point where they even neglected their own unresolved poisoning.
Logically, for cultivators, the physical body is merely a shell, but since there wasn't much fun to be had, and it was a rare chance to tease the usually aloof sword cultivators, they took the opportunity to make fun.
'You guys, even the Buddhist monk is like this, isn't this against the precepts?'
Yi Chen pursed his lips with a very calm expression.
He carefully looked at "himself" and even gave a few critical points, "This is where you're wrong, Friend Song. If you really want to create a me, at least make it realistic!"
