Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Divine Dust shook his head. "Amitabha Buddha. This humble monk is sincerely inviting Donor Bai to be a guest at Xuanfa Temple, not to come seeking a fight."
Seeing that Divine Dust truly had no intention of making a move, Bai Yuan couldn't help but feel disappointed.
He had challenged so many different schools, yet he had never crossed blades with an expert from a Buddhist sect.
As the Buddha's Son of Xuankong Temple, Divine Dust was the perfect opponent. It was just a shame that this fight was clearly not going to happen today.
His fighting spirit gone, Bai Yuan turned to head back into the city. "In that case, Master, please return to Xuankong Temple. I will not be going."
But unexpectedly, Divine Dust didn't seem to mind in the slightest.
"May I ask, Donor Bai, is that our Buddhist sect's Dragon and Tiger Vajra Strength that you practice?"
Bai Yuan's steps faltered. He turned back. "It is. What of it?"
