"At your service, my lord!"
"We've been here for more than three months without a single day of slacking. We've given sufficient face, and the two young monks of the Lotus Sect have seen it with their own eyes. But if we stay any longer, the Ice Wheel Bodhi Temple won't be worthy of our presence!"
"Indeed!"
"The Ice Wheel Bodhi Temple should have prepared the Qi Machine Tokens in advance. Lord Xingyi is no ordinary figure—we've already done our best."
The attendants nearby all voiced their agreement.
Only the two monks rotated the Buddha beads in their hands, hesitant to speak, but ultimately choosing silence.
This was the reality. They could not persuade nor had the authority to push the Great Monk of the temple to offer more stakes.
Seeing that everyone agreed, Balster nodded faintly.
Since the weather had turned cold in early October, he had been wanting to leave.
