Beneath the Yellow Springs Nether Sea, Ying Hook shook his head and said, "There are no heroes in the Buddhist Realm."
Sun Wukong curled his lip, scoffing as he spoke.
"They think too much, do too little, always talking about how 'all is emptiness,' yet filled with desire. They're good with their mouths, not bad with their hands, but they lack a certain vigor."
Ying Hook also had a rather low opinion of the people from the Buddhist Realm.
Had it been him just now, subjected to such humiliation, he absolutely wouldn't have been able to endure it; he would have definitely taken action.
"But, these bald donkeys are sly, so never let your guard down. They might stab you in the back at any moment."
Sun Wukong cautioned.
Having suffered at their hands, he was very wary of the people from the Buddhist Realm.
These fellows were top-notch when it came to doing mischief behind the scenes.
