The West. Mount Sumeru.
Inside a resplendent golden hall.
Cangyuan, Styx, and Zhunti and Jieyin sat facing one another.
Zhunti sipped his tea with a smile and looked at Cangyuan. "Disciple nephew, your visit to the West surely isn't just to see us, is it?"
Zhunti had not forgotten how Cangyuan's Incarnation had beaten up his Good Corpse before.
No matter what conditions this brat proposed this time, Zhunti would not agree so easily!
No...
That was not quite right.
He would still need this brat's help with Ksitigarbha's affairs later.
Perhaps... they could make an exchange.
That was what Zhunti thought.
Cangyuan, meanwhile, wore the same smiling expression, like a little fox with deep schemes. "Uncle Master sees clearly. Styx and I have indeed come to ask something of you."
"Oh?"
Zhunti was intrigued. "Tell me, what is it?"
Cangyuan smiled faintly and said it as if it were nothing. "Slay a Saint. Attain the Dao."
The moment those words left his mouth, the resplendent golden hall fell deathly silent.
Styx was incomparably nervous.
His gaze shifted from time to time between the two Saints opposite them and the confident Cangyuan beside him.
Discussing slaying Saints right in front of Saints—wasn't that plainly telling them that they were the targets?
If the Saints flew into a rage and did not even give them the chance to negotiate, simply slapping them to death would be quite entertaining.
The smile on Zhunti's face froze before turning gloomy, intense killing intent rising in his eyes. "Disciple Nephew, are you joking?"
Jieyin frowned as well. "Cangyuan, your words are far too arrogant and show no respect for rank or seniority."
Cangyuan said, "Uncle Masters, I am not joking."
"Damn it, we gave you a way out and you refuse to take it?!"
Zhunti