At that moment, Wang Ye felt incredibly fortunate that he had dealt with several people from the Daoist sect.
If they had not acted so neurotically all day long, Wang Ye might truly have been unable to understand just how bizarre their thought processes could be.
You hid such an obscure Bagua symbol in the wall, then told me it was useless and that all I had to do was kick the wall hard for the passage to open?
Was this how Daoist sect people played games?
"Tell me."
"Did your Buddha ever find this place?"
Wang Ye was rather curious.
Maitreya shook his head. "This poor monk... is not certain."
"But this poor monk can imagine that if the Buddha had found this place, the expression on his face would have been equally wonderful."
Having found the passage, Maitreya's mood improved considerably.
He could even make a few jokes.
Wang Ye found this somewhat emotional. It seemed that as time passed and failure followed failure, something had gone wrong with Maitreya's state of mind.
If this continued, Maitreya might even be driven mad by the terrible pressure.
Though both were under enormous pressure, Wang Ye's situation differed from Maitreya's. Wang Ye's fate was already sealed. When the time came, there would be a final battle.
If he could win, he would fight. If he could not, he would die.
If he won, he would simply live on properly.
But Maitreya was actively pursuing a path to the heavens. All that pressure had been created by himself, and if he succeeded, he would rise to the top in a single step.
Once profit was involved, the pressure one felt was on an entirely different level.
Carrying such complicated emotions, the two entered the passage. Then—
"Maitreya."
"You absolutely must