"You're not worthy enough for me to bring out my benevolent gaze."
"Is that so? So just because you haven't seen, you're certain that I am a treacherous official?"
Zhao Douan expressed his astonishment, "I heard that you indiscriminately attack people, intending to convert the wicked. It seems that your so-called conversion is merely killing at will. It's really rare that the Buddhist community tolerates you."
"You..." Tianhai choked, suddenly taking a dumb loss, and the youth angrily said:
"I judge people myself, I don't need your teachings!"
Then, he irritably said:
"Stop the nonsense, draw your weapon, let's finish this."
Zhao Douan stared at the stick in his hand, shook his head, and said:
"The only weapon I'm proficient with is a flying knife, it's suited for use in the Mortal Realm. Thinking it wasn't appropriate for the arena and couldn't compare to your treasure, I decided not to bring disgrace by presenting it."