In Burning Lamp's heart, there was not the slightest trace of fear. Instead, a powerful surge of confidence welled up.
Duobao had come with ill intent—that was true.
He had once been the senior disciple of the Jie Sect, his cultivation profound and his temperament extraordinary; that was also all true.
But so what?
This was the West! This was the territory of our Buddhist sect!
Burning Lamp refused to believe that throughout his Western Teachings, with countless disciples cultivating the Dharma for countless Kalpas, washed day and night by Buddha-light, they would truly be unable to deal with a Duobao who had only just arrived and knew not the slightest bit of Dharma.
It was simply a joke!
Even if that Duobao was a fierce dragon crossing the river, once he reached this western land, he would have to coil up for me!
If they could not convert him, could they not at least make it impossible for him to take a single step?
Seeing Burning Lamp's look of having a bamboo shoot fully grown in his chest, Jieyin and Zhunti exchanged a glance, then both slowly nodded.
The reason they had chosen Burning Lamp was precisely because they valued this ability and temperament of his.
"Good."
Jieyin spoke slowly, saying only one word.
"This matter will be left entirely in your hands."
"If you require any resources, simply ask."
Zhunti also added a sentence, a rare trace of solemnity appearing on his face.
"Burning Lamp, this matter concerns the future of our Western Daoist lineage. You must not be the least bit careless."
Burning Lamp's heart tightened, and he bowed again.
"This disciple will not fail his mission!"
"Go."
Jieyin waved his hand.
Burning Lamp saluted once more, then transformed into a streak of Buddha-light and left the