"It's not the leaves that block out the sky, but the greed in one's own heart."
"The ancient saying goes..."
"Enough, you talk a bit much," Fat Long said expressionlessly. "I simply asked casually, there's no need for you to show off your knowledge here, it's a bit stiff."
"As you command, Immortal."
...
"It was right that there was no grudge in the past."
Chen Qiu stood suspended in the air, looking up and down at the Deceit Buddha with a calm expression. The Buddha exhibited considerable wariness towards him, which somewhat eased his anxiety. However, in that recent strike, the Deceit Buddha seemed to have sustained little damage.
His attack wasn't with full force, merely one-tenth the strength of what he could truly exert, and even that was weakened by the Heavenly Dao Shackles. Still, even so, the fact that the Deceit Buddha could block it unscathed was rather shocking.
"But today, a grudge has formed."
