Just as Haotian and Yaochi were about to close the doors, Zhunti and Jieyin hurried over.
After picking up Nuwa, Purple Heaven Palace had remained where it was. Zhunti and Jieyin had originally been ahead of Nuwa and the others, far in the lead, yet they had somehow missed it perfectly.
The two searched and searched, circling Inner Chaos once before finally finding Purple Heaven Palace.
"Fellow Daoists, wait! Leave the door open!"
Zhunti and Jieyin finally rushed inside before the doors of Purple Heaven Palace closed.
Zhunti took one look and saw that only the two seats by the entrance remained. They were far too remote. How could that do?
Their arrival drew the attention of everyone in the hall, provoking all manner of expressions.
Then Zhunti and Jieyin squeezed their way forward, their faces filled with misery.
Zhunti suddenly beat his chest and stamped his feet, crying out mournfully in a wretched voice:
"Senior Brother! The two of us came all the way from the barren lands of the west. The journey was long, Chaos led us astray, and we endured countless hardships. Our sincerity was boundless, all so we could hear the wondrous Dao. Yet our fate was shallow, and we nearly missed it. It is... it is truly bitter!"
Jieyin already wore an expression of sorrow, and now he repeatedly sighed in cooperation, putting on a display that said, "The west truly has it too hard."
The two played off each other, continually lamenting the barrenness of Mount Sumeru and the suffering of its living beings, vowing to make the west prosper. Taiyi, Di Jun, and the others grew impatient listening to them, though some felt that their words made some sense.
Zhunti was about to speak again when someone beside him said, "Fellow Daoists, wait.