"Amitabha, Xuanzang, there's no need to speak again of leaving the monastic life,"
With his hands joined together, Saint Monk Longhai's expression remained calm, but his words carried an undeniable firmness, "As you say, whether to secularize is indeed a matter of personal will, but you have received twelve incense scars, and your fate with our Buddha Sect is profoundly deep. If you were to leave the monastic life, where would our Buddhist Sect stand with honor in Great Tang? You should calm down for a couple of days before we discuss this again."
Having dropped this line, Saint Monk Longhai didn't say anything more and turned to leave the hall.
Watching Longhai's departing figure, Jiang Liu's complexion was unsightly.
The situation had developed to this unforeseen stage—who would have thought that with a more than ninety percent failure rate of the Incense Offering Ceremony, not only had he passed, but he had also received twelve incense scars?
