The Emperor looked at Feng Wushang, frowning. "What is the National Master thinking? It seems I've been talking for ages, and you haven't heard a word?"
Feng Wushang quickly put down the teacup in his hand, trying to steady his emotions. "Your Majesty! Why are you suddenly intent on waging war against Buddhism? Do you wish to eradicate Buddhism? Or do you wish to promote Daoism?"
After a long pause, the National Master finally reacted. If His Majesty continued on this topic, the future of their Daoist Sect would be…
The corners of the Emperor's mouth curved upwards. "If I truly wanted to eradicate Buddhism, could you do it?"
Ah...
Feng Wushang began to imagine the consequences of eradicating Buddhism. If the Daoist Sect and Buddhism went to war, what stance would his own sect take?
As the National Master pondered this, he suddenly felt something was amiss. He looked up and met the Emperor's intense, burning gaze.
