The man did not deny it, and merely gave a soft chuckle instead, saying, "Let's go, I'll show you the gleaming, glorious Buddhism."
The King of Hell's Son struggled and yelled, as he kicked frantically with his small legs, "Hang on, don't you have to seek advice from your Lord Phoenix? It doesn't seem right to go out unaccompanied, especially to a place so far away!"
The man turned around and looked at the carriage behind him, saying softly, "She's still sleeping." Then, he paused for a while, before lowering his eyes and looking at the little one he was holding in his hand, and said, "If you wake her up, you won't have to go to Buddhism, because I will deep fry you immediately. It's said that the King of Hell's flesh tastes very good."
"Does your Phoenix know about the fact that you're drooling over my body!" The Son of the King of Hell glared at him with fury and snapped, "I can follow you to Buddhism, but under one condition."
