Taishang was the first to state his position, his tone earnest. "The Investiture of the Gods List would be most properly kept with me. I have few disciples, and I am willing to place one of my corpse-severing incarnations upon the list as a show of sincerity."
"Only by placing it in my hands can fairness be assured."
Upon hearing this, Yuanshi's lips curled faintly, though the smile never reached his eyes. "Older brother, you are mistaken."
"You have only two disciples. If the Investiture of the Gods List is kept with you, would it not merely become an ornament?"
"Entrusting it to me is the proper course. The Chan Teachings have many disciples, so it would naturally serve a greater purpose."
Taishang's expression did not change. "Giving it to you would be even less fair."
"What, then, of the Jie Sect and the Western Teach?"
Yuanshi smiled without warmth. "Older brother need not worry about that. I will certainly judge impartially and show no favoritism."
Ha ha!
To speak words not even he himself believed without changing expression—he had truly reached the pinnacle.
Even Hongjun found the words so hollow they seemed ready to float away.
He was patting his chest and swearing fairness now, but the moment he got his hands on it, he would likely turn around and take the knife to the Jie Sect.
At this moment, everyone's gaze turned toward Li Tian. Should he step forward and contend for it?
The Two Sages of the West waited for Li Tian to make the first move, intending to act according to the situation afterward.
Yet after waiting for quite some time, Li Tian remained standing with his hands behind his back, making no move at all.
Several saints immediately began to wonder:
What exactly was wrong