Yuan Ji couldn’t believe his ears. This lonely little monk said that he had lost?
What kind of joke was this!
This lonely little monk didn’t even say anything to refute. How could he have lost? Could This lonely little monk have a bad brain?
The people below the stage were also baffled. This lonely little monk didn’t look like a fool. Why did he say something stupid?
Yuan ji sneered, “Lonesome, even if you want to win, you can’t do this, right? We haven’t started the debate yet. Why did you say that I lost?”
Yun chujiu smiled faintly and said, “Since everything is empty, where does your anger come from?”
The sneer on Yuan Ji’s face instantly froze. Previously, he had said that “Heart, Buddha, and all living things are empty”. Everything was empty. How could he explain his anger now?