"Why?"
Sun Wukong asked curiously, somewhat confused.
Li Yuanba also looked at Qin Jun in surprise. Qin Jun answered, "How do you know this isn't a restraint?"
Qin Jun was very cautious about anything involving Essence Blood and soul imprints.
Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong and Li Yuanba immediately felt that the Saint Token was scalding hot.
"Rest for a few days first. Then we'll head out."
Qin Jun spoke softly. Within the Saint Gate, every move they made might be under the Saints' watch, so even their words had to be cautious.
What he most wanted to figure out now was how many Saints the Saint Gate had.
A single disciple recruitment should not have been enough to bring out all the Saints.
In other words, there were at least five Saints.
Sun Wukong and Li Yuanba nodded, and the three returned to their rooms to continue resting.
Meanwhile, within the Heavenly Dao Palace.
Dao Ancestor Wuji sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion. A bronze mirror floated before him, displaying the courtyard where Qin Jun and the other two were staying.
He muttered, "Little fellow, what exactly is your purpose?"
Qin Jun had not dripped Essence Blood onto the Saint Token, which meant his intentions in coming to the Saint Gate were far from simple.
Dao Ancestor Wuji was in no hurry to erase Qin Jun. Within the Saint Gate, a mere Grand Unity Beginning Immortal could not stir up any waves.
Nor could he have imagined that Qin Jun had Saints behind him.
Ji Bubai had long since died, and he knew even less about the existence of the Dao of Death.
As for Fuxi, there was even less chance that he knew.
Even with wisdom beyond compare, Saints could not guess Qin Jun's trump cards, simply because