Fuhu Arhat frantically fled in terror, utterly lacking any shred of shame, focused only on surviving.
After all, they were all old and shameless, well aware that surviving longer was what truly mattered. Only by living longer could one turn black into white. They were all much of a muchness; with enough time, one could slowly whitewash one's reputation.
As long as everyone else died and he, Fuhu, remained alive, he could even boast later that he had tried to turn the tide and save these people, but failed. It wasn't that he hadn't put in the effort. After all, with only him left alive, he would be the one to dictate right from wrong, true from false.
Fuhu Arhat bellowed, "Fellow Daoists, I thank you for saving my life! When I return, I will surely erect Longevity Cards for you and pray day and night."
Sha Chen, however, sneered, "You want to leave? I disagree."
