The five arhats looked up at the sky. The person before them, regardless of how dignified his appearance, was a person of outstanding talent even by the Upper Realm's standards. One look and they could see he was arrogant and had a great destiny.
However, they had no regrets about it.
No matter how large his destiny, how could he surpass the Buddha?
It was just a grotto-heaven. Why not offer it up to Buddha?
Sometimes, the higher the power, the less was needed to be said.
'If you like something, just grab it. What's the point of being careful?'
Human history repeated this over and over again. The struggle for the throne was often the bloodiest and dirtiest. The means used were not even as decent as vixens fighting on the street...
"My Buddha is compassionate. Almsgiver, this place clearly does not belong to anyone, why do you insist that it's yours?" Arhat Tianhao pressed his palms together and shook his head.