Lu Yang strained every fiber to keep his expression rigid and stared straight into the eyes of Great Sun Tathāgata of the Vajra Realm, whose compassionate smile slowly faded from his face.
“Fellow Daoist, you possess great courage.”
Don't be afraid! He didn't come here to beat me to death. Lu Yang gritted his teeth: He's not that powerful right now. To stay hidden, his true body on the Other Shore hasn't cast its gaze here. This is just a clone! As the saying goes, an opportunity missed is an opportunity lost.
Fortune favors the bold, while the timid starve. A moment like this demanded a gamble—a bet that he held bargaining chips for cooperation with the World Honored One. If the bet paid off, he could fleece the World Honored One for a massive gain.
If he lost, at worst, he would just start over. With this thought, Lu Yang became even more silent. He didn’t speak, just opened his eyes wide and fixed them unblinkingly on Great Sun Tathāgata of the Vajra Realm, displaying an expression of utter, immovable resolve, as if he were completely impervious to reason and ready to die.