"After all....."
"They can't beat you in a fight, can't outplay you in scheming, yet Master Fuli just loves to plant himself in front of those lordships, and whenever he's bored he'll smack them around for fun, making them lose face."
"So the lords have been quietly spreading rumors that Master Fuli is the [Son of God], or the reincarnation of some ultimate unbeatable world-ending angel from who-knows-which family, so that when they get beaten up it doesn't count as losing face anymore."
Bulina raised her right hand high, face full of excitement, answering Master Fuli's question.
Ansheng doesn't really follow overseas current affairs, and honestly doesn't know much about some things in the Spiritual Particles Circle.
But Bulina's explanation—especially her choice of words—was already very restrained.
