"Lin Feng, do you really harbor such resentment towards people of the Buddhist sect?!" Master Ciyun asked in dissatisfaction, staring at Lin Feng.
"Who said I harbor resentment toward Buddhists?" Lin Feng sneered and shook his head, his cold eyes fixed on Master Ciyun as he spoke in a deep voice, "Master Ciyun, don't flatter yourself. You don't represent the Buddhist sect, nor do you represent the Wunian Nunnery. You only represent yourself... For someone as despicable and selfish to the point of disgust, I really can't be bothered to talk to you about morality and decency, do you understand?!"
If releasing the mid-Innate momentum was to flaunt his strength, Lin Feng now aimed to completely crush Master Ciyun at the threshold of evil. Lin Feng's voice was icy cold; he only wanted Master Ciyun to understand one thing—whatever he promised, he would see it through, no matter how dirty or disgusting!
