"Going rogue... heh, haha, hahahaha!"
The Little Ming Wang laughed crazily, golden light began to seep from under his skin, transforming his once-handsome face into something inhuman; he was like a humanoid cluster of golden radiance.
"Stop using your Ming Dynasty Esoteric Buddhism rhetoric with me, after twenty-eight years, my ears are calloused from listening to it."
Brababa froze for a moment, twenty-eight years... is the age of Little Ming Wang!
He thought of some bad possibilities but still, with trembling lips, said to Little Ming Wang, "You're the progeny of Buddha Ming Wang, the Overlord of this world, the most... "
"Ha... spit!"
Little Ming Wang flashed to Brababa's front, kicking him flying away.
"Do you know what I hate most? It's being called Little Ming Wang!"
"My name is Timir, a Holy Spirit born from Divine Radiance. What right does that damn Buddha have to claim me as his father?"
"But..."
