Ethereal Buddhist chants drifted from the temple, solemn and transcendent. Three golden figures stood high above the Ninth Heaven, looking down at Chan WuXiang by the gate.
Facing the demands of these three powerhouses, the color in Chan WuXiang's plump face shifted back and forth.
At last, he turned to Jiang Ping An. "Kid, I won't need you after all. Hell Road is too dangerous. You won't make it back out. I'll send you home."
"Senior, I can give it a try."
Jiang Ping An only wanted to cleanse himself of the sins upon him and seize the time to raise his cultivation.
Chan WuXiang shook his head. "You have no idea what kind of place Hell Road truly is. Those without vast compassion in their hearts, who cannot uphold the greatest good in the world, or who lack an unbreakable will—once they step into that forbidden land, they are like moths flying into flame. One misstep, and they may be buried there forever."
Jiang Ping An said calmly, "With your strength, Senior, if you wanted to send this junior back, there would be no need for all this talk. It would take only a thought. Yet you are still talking to this junior now. Your true intention is still to have this junior enter, isn't it?"
Chan WuXiang froze for a moment. He had not expected Jiang Ping An to see through his thoughts, much less say it so directly.
Jiang Ping An said lightly, "I only hope Senior will keep his promise. Once this junior returns, help cleanse the sins from this junior. Let this junior try."
Chan WuXiang no longer put on an act. "Fine. I promise you. So long as you succeed, not only will I remove the sins from you, I'll also reward you handsomely."