After all, everything depended on human effort.
At this point, Haotian had actually decided to let me arrange the Seven Little Ones.
That counted as me slightly derailing the plot.
Otherwise, Haotian should have already dissolved the Immortal Peach Festival and gone straight beyond Chaos, to the Purple Cloud Palace, where he would cry to Dao Ancestor Hongjun that his senior brothers had bullied him, sob sob sob~
"..."
The Three Pure Ones imagined Haotian, who wanted to become the Great Heavenly Venerate, going to the Dao Ancestor to complain and even making such sounds. A faint sense of collapse echoed through their hearts.
If such a scene lasted even one second longer, it would be an utter sin for the Three Pure Ones.
At this moment, they felt that what Qingqing was doing was absolutely right.
Daoist Zhunti sensed the fluctuations in his senior brother's emotions.
When he had just been rebuked, it was his senior brother who had spoken up to rescue him. Now that his senior brother had been completely shut down by Zhou Qingqing's words, it was naturally his turn to save his senior brother from embarrassment.
Daoist Zhunti looked at Zhou Qingqing and Haotian, who were now getting along harmoniously, but he still could not resist interrupting.
"Fairy Qingqing, your intentions are admirable. However, the Heavenly Court is the hub of Heavenly Dao's order. Not every cultivator is capable of taking on an office in the Heavenly Court."
"It would be better to proceed cautiously."
Why were the Two Sages of the West still pestering us? So annoying.
You said the Heavenly Court lacked people, and I proactively offered manpower. Haotian was willing too, yet you had objections?
Zhou Qingqing had not planned to pay Daoist Zhunti any attention, but he was the sort to