Nuwa's attainment of sainthood left the Great Powers of the Primordial Wilderness with complicated feelings.
This was especially true of the Three Pure Ones. They had originally thought that Hong Yun would be the one to attain sainthood. If that had been the case, then even if they were unwilling to accept it, they could have reluctantly acknowledged him.
But of all people, it had been their Junior Sister, Nuwa.
Where did that leave their old faces?
"How could it be Junior Sister Nuwa?"
Even with Laozi's state of mind, he could not help feeling sour at this moment.
Yuanshi's face was even livid. As a member of Pangu's True Lineage, he had always striven for excellence, yet he had been surpassed by the very Demon Clan he looked down on most—the "hairy and horned, born of moisture and hatched from eggs."
Tongtian, however, had a remarkably unconventional train of thought.
He did not know what he had thought of, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly before he spoke to comfort his two elder brothers.
"Elder brother, second brother, why trouble yourselves? If Junior sister Nuwa has surpassed us, then so be it."
"Senior Brother Hong Yun is the First Disciple of Xuanmen. He hasn't attained sainthood yet, so he should be the one in a hurry, not us."
Tongtian's words were logical and clear, leaving both Laozi and Yuanshi stunned.
That's right!
The First Disciple of Xuanmen hasn't attained sainthood yet. Isn't it perfectly reasonable that we Three Pure Ones haven't either?
As the saying went, once the thought of giving up arose, the world opens up.
In any case, with Hong Yun serving as a fallback, if everyone wanted to discuss someone, they would discuss Hong Yun first.
At this thought, Laozi regained his composure.