Chen Chengbi kept saying, "Indeed, indeed."
The living Buddha spoke gently, "Such martial techniques must also have been taught by a distinguished sect. That Little Sword Saint may not surpass you in swordplay, but his power is greater, so, my young friend, you have but one flaw."
"And this flaw is also your strength."
"Bodily constitution."
"Your body can sustain a fight with him, but it is not yet strong enough to withstand the pressure of the Inner Qi from One Layer Heaven directly during a clash. This must also be why that old lunatic brought you to see me, but perhaps, I will disappoint you."
The living Buddha released his hold and carelessly inserted the twig back onto the original tree.
Incredibly, the twig started to grow back, its leaves remaining fresh and green.
