"Quick, put me down; if this keeps on, even as your master, I'll see your health bar!"
Seeing the Immortal Sword looming overhead, Wei Yuan had no choice but to let Zhang Sheng down. Zhang Sheng held the Immortal Sword hovering at his brow and said, "This is the Dao Sword, I plan to name it Qingping. Once the sacrificial refining begins, it can't be stopped. So, for now, don't think of anything else, or it'll easily cut something off."
Wei Yuan looked puzzled at the inconspicuous Immortal Sword: "Is this sword so jealous?"
Zhang Sheng laughed and cried, asking, "Talk seriously! Why do you provoke the Buddha? Though the Pure Land has done many disgusting things, they're all aimed at cultivators, not causing harm to mortals."
Wei Yuan said, "Although these matters are done by those below, the Great Sun Tathagata, even if unaware, tolerating them is tantamount to supporting it! That's one point.
