Long Fei stood on the windowsill, gazing at the sky at a melancholic forty-five-degree angle, and said, "What's the joy in living, and what's the pain in dying? If I go in, wouldn't you just kill me? I might as well jump out and end it myself."
"Do you think my Colorful Glazed Tower is somewhere you can come and go as you please?"
The Yaoji Saintess let out a soft reprimand, her hands forming a Dharma Seal, pressing together. The two windows in front of Long Fei slammed shut with a bang.
A tremendous force rebounded, sending Long Fei hurtling back into the room.
The Great Monk, holding his Zen Staff, chuckled, "Little thief, you sure are cocky! Weren't you just saying you'd kill yourself? Weren't you just saying you'd rather die than bend? Go ahead and kill yourself then—let this Buddha Master have a look!"
"Dear sister, bald big brother, this is all just a misunderstanding. Let's talk it out—no need to hurt the peace with hands or feet."
