He only knew—that Junior Brother, who had trudged beside him through tens of millions of years, weathering storms and sharing tribulations, would never return.
Then what meaning was there in all that he now fought for, guarded, and endured?
Without that Junior Brother who had always stood at his side, offering quiet comfort and fighting shoulder to shoulder with him, A corner of Jieyin's world suddenly collapsed.
"Jieyin, do you know what you are saying?"
An icy Divine Sense pierced Jieyin's sea of consciousness without warning.
He immediately understood. Hongjun was secretly transmitting a warning—he was not to make a scene, much less tear through this thin veil of pretense.
Hongjun knew perfectly well: how could he not understand the consequences Li Tian had thought of?
But since he had dared to openly display Zhunti's incarnation, he naturally had long since made foolproof preparations.
No matter how sharp the eyes of the Primordial Beings, they would never see through his true form.
As long as he kept Jieyin in check, given this man's usual cautious and prudent nature, his habit of considering the bigger picture, he would never dare openly defy him.
At worst, afterward he could reward the Buddhist Sect with a few more fortunate opportunities and several supreme treasures—such methods were effortless for Hongjun.
Everything seemed to lie within the turning of his palm.
Yet Hongjun had ultimately overlooked one thing—
Brotherhood.
If it had been anything else, Jieyin might truly have done as Hongjun expected, gritted his teeth and swallowed the bitter fruit, borne the infamy, all to protect the foundations of the West.
But this time, it concerned Zhunti's life!
His brother with whom he had lived and died for tens of millions of years!
He would never allow his Junior Brother's life and death to