"A-Acnologia, why did you summon this poor Daoist so urgently? W-what is it?"
After Shen Gongbao arrived at George's cave abode, a puzzled look appeared on his face.
George poured Shen Gongbao a cup of wine.
"I calculated it with my fingers. The Three Pure Ones will soon emerge from seclusion. When that happens... so I have a plan."
He explained Shen Gongbao's situation, as well as part of his own plan.
"Brother Leopard, what do you think?"
After listening, Shen Gongbao remained silent for a long time.
If he did as George said, he would be completely breaking with the Chan Sect and thoroughly offending his master, Primordial Heavenly Venerate.
Previously, he had only fallen out with his senior disciple brother, Venerable Wuliang. But if his master, Primordial Heavenly Venerate, emerged from seclusion and enforced the law impartially—
He would still have a chance to return to the Chan Sect, perhaps even compete for one of the Twelve Golden Immortals in the future.
"Fine. I agree!"
Yet after struggling with the decision, he still agreed.
After everything he had experienced, he had long since seen things clearly.
In the entire Chan Sect, aside from that fat pig True Man Taiyi, there were hardly any who truly respected him.
He did not believe that Primordial Heavenly Venerate knew nothing at all about everything Venerable Wuliang had done.
So if he still held onto hope, what awaited him would certainly not be justice, but even more disgusting exploitation.
He might as well cooperate with George.
If they truly succeeded, not only could the Dragon Clan return to the Four Seas, but he could also bring his family the status and respect he had always wanted.
The process might be dangerous, but it was a risk he was willing to take.
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