Facing Su Jie's profanity and disrespect, Pamom remained calm, his head bowed and hands joined as he spoke indifferently, "Mr. Su, why do you say this? Could it be that in your view, the tens of millions of Buddhists in Siam do not deserve your sincere efforts to win their allegiance?"
Su Jie was somewhat surprised; this old monk's Qi Cultivation Technique was quite impressive.
Generally speaking, for someone of his high status, long accustomed to flattery, to maintain such composure in the face of insult was quite rare. Most people would have already shown their feelings openly.
"Buddhists, I do not like to categorize people so distinctly. They are first and foremost the Siamese people. As for any other identity, how important is that to me? What I care about is not which religion they believe in. As long as they can create value for me, what they believe is completely unimportant."
