'If I kill him, will I get more attention?'
'If I kill him, will Great Virtue Temple no longer have a Buddha's Son, only me, the Holy Child?'
'So why not kill him?'
'Kill him?!'
A figure appeared before him—the silhouette of Hai Shu Bodhisattva from Great Virtue Temple. A massive black hand suddenly shot out to grab him.
Guang Hui was suddenly startled.
'No!'
He abruptly came back to his senses and squeezed his eyes shut again.
'My mind is in turmoil. I should be focusing all my energy on cultivation, on improving myself as quickly as possible. How can I be thinking about such things at a time like this?'
'But... but...'
'No!'
'As long as I can break through to the Visceral Stone realm, I won't be any worse than him.'
'I'm the Holy Child! The reincarnation of Zhenyuan Bodhisattva!'
Guang Hui once again tried his utmost to calm his mind and continue cultivating.
The Dharma Assembly grew quiet, with only the unending chants of the Zen Masters lingering in the air.
