"Old Monk, you speak endlessly of compassion, yet when the people of the world truly need your help, you shrink back. What kind of logic is this? Outside, that Duan Chen, utterly irredeemable, and yet you saved him specifically! Old Monk, hmph, you've truly let me down."
Jiang Xiaobai was truly furious, unable to control his temper any longer, he started yelling in front of the Old Monk.
"Young patron, I have my hardships. Why do you insist on making things difficult for me?" The Old Monk clasped his hands together, shaking his head in lament.
Jiang Xiaobai said, "Old Monk, spare me your compassion, you make me sick. Goodbye!"
Jiang Xiaobai hadn't expected such an ending, his goodwill towards the Old Monk vanished instantly, leaving only deep disdain.
"Master."
After Jiang Xiaobai left, Duan Chen walked into the grand hall.
"Master, the world is in distress, why won't you lend a helping hand?"
The Old Monk sighed, "Duan Chen, do you also think I'm falsely compassionate?"
