However, just as the Buddha Son began to speak, he was interrupted by a Buddha's name from the void.
An old monk, with a face full of sorrow, emerged from the void and said, "It seems the poor monk has arrived just in time. The Benefactor already has the upper hand, so why insist on bringing others to death? If you can spare his life, the poor monk would be infinitely grateful, and the Benefactor would also accumulate great merit."
Wei Yuan's lips curved slightly upward, as he examined the old monk and said, "So you are an Arhat. Yet you hurriedly ran out before it was your time to walk in the Mortal World, aren't you afraid you won't be able to return to your Fruit Position?"
"The poor monk already has the heart to face difficulties, and even if unable to return, spreading the Buddhist Law would accumulate infinite merit."
Wei Yuan's lips continued to curl upward, finally forming a complete mocking smile, "Master, you seem to hold yourself in high regard."
