In the pavilion of the back garden, Ye Qing and the True Buddha sat facing each other. After a long time, Ye Qing gave a soft laugh, shook his head, and said, "You're looking way too highly at me, aren't you? I don't even have Martial Arts anymore—in fact, my Meridians don't even exist. It's completely impossible for me to practice Martial Arts, so how am I supposed to create a sect? Those figures of Buddhist and Taoist Magic—what kind of peerlessly brilliant people are they? I… how can I be mentioned in the same breath as them?"
"You're losing confidence again!" The True Buddha shook his head and said, "I said before, what you'll have to face in the future will only make you even more despairing. If you're still not confident, how will you face what's to come?"
"This… this isn't a matter of confidence or not, it's a matter of possible or impossible!" Ye Qing said anxiously.
The True Buddha countered, "Then what do you think counts as possible, and what counts as impossible?"
