"Second Brother, you should let go of your prejudices too. Fellow Daoist Nuwa has now attained the Dao and become a saint—why would she care about such trivial matters?"
Tongtian also took the opportunity to persuade Yuanshi, afraid that he would miss the sermon because of past grievances.
With Tongtian giving him a way out, Yuanshi put away his earlier expression and became solemn. Since both of his brothers were going, he would reluctantly go along as well.
At Wuzhuang Temple, Hong Yun slowly spoke after taking a bite of Ginseng Fruit. "Old friend, Fellow Daoist Nuwa is giving a sermon. Shouldn't we set off?"
"Hong Yun, you should call her Saint Nuwa now. Otherwise, it would be far too disrespectful toward a saint. You must correct yourself, or you might offend someone someday."
Zhen Yuanzi looked at Hong Yun helplessly. After all these years, Hong Yun was still the same. Last time at Zixiao Palace, he had offended the Dao Ancestor.
Perhaps the Dao Ancestor did not mind, but the three thousand listeners did. Now, many people were unwilling to associate with Hong Yun.
Especially the Three Pure Ones. As the saint's Direct Disciples, they particularly detested Hong Yun's behavior. They used to exchange a few words with him, but now they did not look pleased whenever they saw him.
"Got it, got it!"
Hong Yun waved his hand, completely unconcerned. The saint herself did not mind, so he had no idea why all these outsiders cared so much.
"Master Hong Yun, I think you should listen to Master more. Otherwise, you might really cause serious trouble."
Qing Feng watched Hong Yun from the side and could not help worrying for his master. Master Hong Yun was far too temperamental.
"Hehe, you little Daoist boy, and you dare lecture