"So that's how it is!"
"No wonder the Prince is withdrawing his troops at this time."
"Quite unfortunate indeed."
Jieye Arhat murmured softly, without much expression.
"Dare I ask how the Prince plans to resolve this?"
Xiao Zhongtian was waiting for these words. He rose from his command chair, walked over to Jieye Arhat,
"The world is unclear nowadays, and a muddle-headed ruler reigns. The Saint Monk wishes to promote Mahayana Buddhism and save the people. I want to restore a world of clarity. We are all working for the welfare of the common people, and I ask the Saint Monk to assist me. Once the great cause is accomplished, I am willing to honor the Saint Monk as the State Preceptor."
As he spoke, he put his hands together and bowed deeply, his sturdy frame clad in icy, fierce armor, exuding a wild sense. Then his voice turned harsh,
