How could Shen Gongbao not understand what the Sage meant by those words?
If he followed the Sage's meaning and proposed a plan to support Duobao and integrate the Buddhist doctrines, he would certainly win the Sage's favor, but it would also be the same as stabbing Burning Lamp hard in the back.
Burning Lamp was the greatest backer he had had since defecting to the West.
Once he offended this immediate superior, even if the Sage valued him somewhat, his days ahead would be like every step taken in hardship.
But if he spoke for Burning Lamp, advocating suppressing Duobao and preserving the old system, then he would be openly going against the wishes of the two Sages and denying the path that might bring the West even greater prosperity.
The Sages might not flare up on the spot, but his weight in their hearts would probably plummet a thousand zhang, leaving him with no day to rise again.
The gains and losses within flashed through his mind ten million times.
"Reporting to the Sages, this disciple is dull-witted, with shallow Dao cultivation."
"Such a supreme matter concerning the continuation of our sect's orthodoxy and its future rise and fall—how could it be something a mere Arhat like this disciple can presume to discuss?"
"This disciple's cultivation is shallow, and I truly cannot think of any method that satisfies both sides. This matter still requires the sacred judgment of the two Sages."
He had chosen the safest course, and also the only correct one.
He kicked the ball back exactly as it was.
To the side, the taut string in Burning Lamp's heart loosened slightly.
Good. This Shen Gongbao was at least sensible enough not to drop stones on someone who had fallen into a well at such a