"Masters, you are really good people!"
Eighteen plump Buddhas with fair skin were thrown in a heap in a remote, barren valley some thirty provinces away from the underground cave Wu Qi had destroyed. They managed to squeeze out a smile, but their expression was worse than crying. Especially when Wu Qi praised them as 'good people', they almost burst into tears.
Wu Qi, on the other hand, was grinning from ear to ear. He was honestly praising them.
He had merely threatened them with the Nirvana Flame, and the eighteen Buddhas had given him a clear account of all the planning drawn up by the Heaven and Buddhist League. It was a pity that they usually preferred to spend their time with women and pay less attention to Buddhist League's plans, so there was really not much they could tell him.
