"It is nothing. You may withdraw for now."
Wutian Buddha spoke slowly. "Let Lu Jiu and me speak alone."
At his words, Thousand-Hand Bodhisattva, Xuanzhen Arhat, and Nameless Mud Monk all showed a flicker of barely perceptible hesitation.
Their gazes shifted between Wu Tian and Su Bai.
The Buddha Ancestor was in an abnormal state. Was it truly appropriate for him to be alone in a room with that cunning Lu Jiu?
But when they met Wu Tian's pale gold eyes, which had regained their depth, and saw his slight nod filled with unmistakable affirmation—
All words of dissuasion were suppressed.
Within the Buddhist Kingdom, the Buddha Ancestor's will was the supreme dharma decree.
Thousand-Hand Bodhisattva pressed his palms together and bowed. Xuanzhen Arhat silently stepped half a pace back. Nameless Mud Monk's clouded eyes lingered on Su Bai for a moment before he lowered his gaze as well.
Though the three did not go far, they reined in their auras and retreated to the edge of the Buddhist tower, standing guard from afar.
"Benefactor Lu Jiu." Wu Tian turned toward Su Bai, who still hovered in the air, and gestured toward the enormous relic floating above the tower like a small sun, its interior faintly revealing a golden space.
"If you do not mind, please come with me to the Relic Pure Land for a talk."
Su Bai pondered briefly. His gaze swept over the Buddhist Kingdom cultivators below, who stood ready for battle yet did not dare act rashly, then he looked at Wu Tian, whose aura had calmed.
Speak alone?
Fine. He could use this chance to probe this bald donkey's true capabilities and see what medicine he was selling from his gourd.
"Why not?" Su Bai replied calmly. His figure flashed, turning into a not overly