Whoosh!
Everyone gazed at Buddha's receding figure, feeling deeply moved.
Surely the vigor of youth is undeniable!
Indra thought deeply.
Swoosh!
At that moment, Buddha transformed into Divine Light and returned once again.
"???"
Indra looked at Buddha in surprise.
Why had he returned again?
Buddha pressed his palms together, smiling and said, "O great sage, I have another request, and I hope you can fulfill it."
Indra was quite curious.
"Speak,"
Indra said.
Upon hearing this, Buddha took a deep breath; he clenched his hands nervously and shyly said, "I would like to borrow one of your clouds!"
Borrow a cloud?
Indra tilted his head, pondering slightly.
He had four clouds at his disposal—Prosperity, Abundance, Dust, and Dark Face.
These four clouds were currently idle and had nothing particular to do.
"Very well!"
Indra, quite generous, clapped his hands together, and a slap-slap sound rang out.
A deep, dark cloud materialized behind him at once.
Rumble!
