The monk's words carried weight, each syllable probing him like a needle testing for weakness.
"Wield or be wielded, dear customer? That's a heavy question for a shopkeeper just trying to spread convenience." He gestured to the bustling store, where cultivators clutched store products with eager hands. "I am not wielding any power, nor am I being wielded by any power. Our store's customers choose what they buy and how they use it. Our only job is to provide what one might need. Even you, dear customer, may find things in here that you never thought you'd need. That's convenience."
With an unreadable expression on his weathered face, the thin, bald monk stared at Lin Mo with eyes glinting with something akin to approval.
