"If you can't beat me, you smear my name? Is this what you consider the Saint Path?"
Li Hao said coldly, as the other party was tarnishing his reputation and undermining his Incense Fire.
To salvage the face of Buddhism, someone's face must be lost. Many things in the world work this way, just like the tilt of a balance scale.
However, his gaze shifted elsewhere and noticed something odd.
The constant flow of Incense Fire Power that was drifting in did not diminish because of this. On the contrary, soon after the other party finished speaking, it surged rapidly.
It seemed that much of the Incense Fire lost earlier had returned.
This unexpected change left Li Hao surprised and somewhat bewildered.
He and Jue Ming had not anticipated that after Jue Ming recounted Li Hao's past, people would become more focused on Li Hao's talents, his monstrous capability.