"However, when I turn to ashes, he can indeed be free and gain the right to love wherever and die wherever."
After listening, Zhang Ze was momentarily speechless, unsure of how to comment.
After all, this sort of philosophical question — who am I, where do I come from, where am I going, who killed me, and whom did I kill — is not his forte.
Of course, this issue is also not the Little Monk's forte, so he and Zhang Ze tacitly skipped this topic.
The Little Monk once again fell into his memories.
"Master was compassionate and didn't force me to read memories from the palm or interrogate me after discovering the situation, but instead took me in and taught me how to cultivate.
"It's just that I probably have a nasty streak, and wasn't too fond of such arrangements."
The Little Monk sighed and began confiding to Zhang Ze.
