Zhen Yuanzi felt deeply ashamed.
As one of Ding Ling's subordinates.
He had returned to Five Villages Temple to oversee Xiniu Hezhou, prepared to help Sun Wukong and the others at any time.
The result?
He had barely managed to help at all.
He had almost gotten himself killed in the process!
In the end, he had even needed to trouble Ding Ling to rescue him personally. How could that not make Zhen Yuanzi's face burn?
In the end, he was also a top-tier great god who had survived from ancient times! He cared about his dignity too. But now, in front of Ding Ling, he had practically lost all face.
Fortunately, Ding Ling was the Lord of the Three Realms, an unrivaled and unmatched emperor. Losing face in front of him was nothing, after all...
Even top-tier gods and Buddhas like Tathagata Buddha and the Jade Emperor, who outranked him, possessed vast influence, and were stronger than him, had lost both face and dignity in front of Ding Ling.
It was nothing for Zhen Yuanzi to lose a little face as well.
With that thought.
The oppression in Zhen Yuanzi's heart instantly vanished without a trace, and he became completely at ease.
Not merely at ease.
Deep down, he even felt a little secretly pleased.
After all, this emperor, Ding Ling, did not have a good attitude toward gods and Buddhas like Tathagata Buddha and the Jade Emperor. But toward Zhen Yuanzi? He could be considered extremely "cordial"!
This was an honor!
"Thank you for your assistance, Great Emperor!"
Zhen Yuanzi bowed deeply in thanks.
Sun Wukong followed suit.
He was fine, though. He did not have a psychological journey as tumultuous as Zhen Yuanzi's!
He was merely even more admiring and awed by Ding Ling.
Ding Ling's strength.