The vibrations in the pagoda ceased, and the water in the three teacups on the table no longer rippled.
Mr. Zhao, feigning composure, fixed his gaze on the white-robed monk before him and said,
"I have no understanding of the Buddhist Law, and what I just said was prejudiced. It is best for the Mage to consider it at his discretion."
After all, he was a high monk of the Divine Dragon Temple; Mr. Zhao felt that he might have been a bit too forceful just now.
Fearing the opposite effect, after all, he just wanted to gain some advantage, not to make an enemy for no good reason.
However, his words seemed like comfort to the ears of Mage Bian Ji.
He shook his head, his mind unable to calm down; initially, he had intended only to have a look at this rising figure.
Yet he almost found his Buddhist heart shaken, something he never could have foreseen.
