Within the Taoist temple.
Three figures sat cross-legged on the meditation cushions, facing each other, with a wooden table in the middle and three cups of tea in front of them.
One was wearing a vermilion robe, one in a light yellow Taoist robe, and the other in a black Taoist attire.
Each one had a different aura, but all emitted an extremely terrifying presence, far surpassing that of the Mahayana Venerable, almost akin to the Taoist Ancestors.
Their faces were obscured by mist, but one could still sense a likeness in their contours.
"You are too soft-hearted, is it weakness that you cut out, instead of kindness?" the Taoist in the black robe picked up the teacup and drained it in one gulp, his voice filled with indifference.
The Taoist in the yellow robe remained silent, watching as beings continuously entered the passage into the world, his eyes growing more and more compassionate.
"Ultimately, you can't bear it ..."
