"The Buddha's hand-eyes that broaden wisdom can see through heaven, and everything is within his expectation," said the gaunt monk with long earlobes and a bronze complexion, his voice calm.
"What a pity..." the fat monk shook his head and sighed, "A person of such bravery may not be born in an entire era. Like Solban the Great Khan, he is a peerless prodigy who truly deserves his reputation. However, he will soon fall in this secret place and become one with the dust, which is truly regrettable."
"What's there to pity," the gaunt monk said with a cold smile, "Offending our Buddha and still wishing for a good end? It's not that easy."
"True!" said the fat monk, his expression becoming resolute, as he withdrew his gaze from the battlefield.
"Since we have now confirmed the news here, we should not delay and leave quickly to avoid further complications," the gaunt monk urged.
"Alright!" the fat monk nodded.
