Master Saint Mo shook his head and said, "That nephew of mine brought it upon himself. There's no fault in Immortal Master Li killing him. However, as for the Shariputra of my Brahmin, would Immortal Master Li consider returning it?"
Li Chen replied, "That Shariputra has turned to dust along with Master Jialan; I'm afraid I can't return it!"
Upon hearing Li Chen's words, Master Saint Mo's face instantly darkened.
"Immortal Master Li, do you really think you can deceive this humble monk?"
Li Chen chuckled coldly and said, "Believe it or not, that's up to you. Besides, even if the Shariputra were with me, I wouldn't return it to you. If you could take it just by asking, wouldn't that mean I'd lose face?"
"Huh?"
Master Saint Mo didn't expect Li Chen to be so "unreasonable," making him feel like a scholar picking a fight with a ruffian for a moment.
"Immortal Master Li, does this mean you do not intend to return it?"
