He Had No Choice
What was face? Face was nothing at all.
What was the point of saving face? Could face make them Saints? No.
Could face help them fulfill the grand vows they had made?
No, it could not.
So?
What was the point of saving face?
Wasn't it better to throw it away?
As long as they could gain benefits, what did it matter if they threw away their face? They were indeed Saints.
But Saints also cared about benefits. As long as the benefits were great enough, abandoning one's dignity was no issue at all. Had they forgotten how they had become Saints? Hadn't they gained it by casting aside their dignity?
Look at the entire Primordial Continent now. When those Great Powers who had once been stronger than them saw them, who was not respectful and deferential? Who dared show them disrespect? Did the process matter?
No. It did not matter at all. What mattered was the result! Lowering their heads and listening to Primeval Lord of Heaven's instructions had been something Daoist Jieyin and Daoist Zhunti had discussed in advance. After all, if they wanted to cooperate with Chanjiao, could they possibly offer nothing? Impossible.
Primeval Lord of Heaven was not so easily fooled.
Upon hearing Daoist Jieyin's words, Primeval Lord of Heaven could not help but freeze. These two were dignified Saints, yet they were willing to let him order them around? Were they serious? After his brief surprise, Primeval Lord of Heaven came to his senses. These two were so shameless that they could even discard their dignity. This showed that they were plotting something enormous!
Without sufficient benefits, Primeval Lord of Heaven found it difficult to imagine these two choosing to bow their heads.
After all, they were Saints.
They cared about