"You…" The black liquid suddenly contorted into an expression of furious anger. "Why would you do such a thing? Don't you realize this will alert the enemy?"
"I... I am sorry, Master! I was just thinking... Since Buddha Shakyamuni is an enemy of the Master, I couldn't bear to see his disciples and followers happily celebrating his birthday. So, I sent people to kill one hundred and eight monks as a birthday gift..."
The shadow's icy gaze fell upon the middle-aged man curled up and shivering on the ground, remaining silent for a long moment. Finally, the shadow spoke indifferently, "You've shown some initiative, but let this be the only time. Without my permission, you are not to make any unnecessary moves."
"Yes, thank you for your merciful pardon, Master…"
