"I felt ashamed upon hearing it, and couldn't bear to let the dove go, so I took a balance scale, placed the dove on one side, and I cut off my own flesh and placed it on the other, waiting for the scale to balance, and then, with my flesh, I traded for the life of the dove..."
The monk sighed deeply.
"Does this have anything to do with Mora?"
Yibai narrowed his eyes.
He wasn't surprised by what the monk had said; he had heard it before.
Cutting flesh to feed the eagle.
Such stories were well-known, but he didn't understand what this had to do with Mora.
Could it be that Mora was that dove, or perhaps the eagle?
"That Mora was the eagle from back then. When I returned to the Buddhist Sect, I brought the eagle with me and took it into the Sect," said the monk, shaking his head and sighing again.
"Even if that eagle became Mora, it shouldn't be so difficult to deal with, right?" Yibai spoke hesitantly after a long pause.