Seeing Ye Tian still gasping with his mouth open on the ground, the little monk's heart burned with rage. He lifted the Zen Stick in his hand again and quickly took two steps to the front of Bodhi, swinging it down vehemently, yet as expected, it still did not touch Bodhi at all.
Standing at a distance, Bodhi looked at the little monk holding the Zen Stick and asked softly, "Little monk, let me ask you, why do you want to save him?"
"Because he is my life-saving benefactor," the little monk replied confidently, and indeed, he had no reason not to be confident.
"A life-saving benefactor? Life is one's own; why need someone else to save it? Your life is your path; if you cannot even protect your own path, how can you have the face to live in this world?"
His face still gentle, only his actions were not as pleasing as his smile. The hand knife that had nearly killed Ye Tian appeared again, and this time, it was aimed at the little monk before him.
