Looking at Master Huinyin in front of him, her face flushed and her gaze drifting towards his crotch from time to time, Zhao Tiezhu knew she was already moved; it was just that she couldn't let go of her pride for the moment.
So, Zhao Tiezhu said, "It won't do, Master Huinyin. Jingyu's body simply can't take it anymore."
"Besides, doesn't Buddhism say that saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-tiered stupa? Now I'm about to be burnt to death any minute, would you really stand by and let me die?"
"This would be a great act of compassion and merit."
Zhao Tiezhu's words hung heavily in Master Huinyin's heart like a sledgehammer.
Leaving Master Huinyin unsure of what to do for a moment.
While speaking, Zhao Tiezhu continued to exert the power of his Taming Skills with his hands, causing waves of strange sensations to surge through Master Huinyin's chest, preventing her from thinking clearly.