"Who is it?"
Zhunti and Jieyin immediately appeared at the new divine mountain.
"Greetings, two Saints. Kunwu pays his respects!"
No sooner had Zhunti and Jieyin appeared than they saw a Daoist clad in magnificent robes cup his hands and bow to them.
Kunwu? Wasn't he one of the great figures said to have participated in the Dao-Demon War? Why was he on the Western Continent?
"Fellow Daoist, restoring the Western ley lines is our means of repaying the Karma we owe the Heavenly Dao. By doing this, where does that leave us?"
Zhunti's expression was grim. If Kunwu's answer dissatisfied him, he would strike.
"Hehe, two Saints, countless years have passed since the Western ley lines first began recovering, yet I have not seen either of you take any action. Were you merely paying lip service?"
Kunwu curled his lip. He was not afraid of Zhunti making a move. Restoring the Western ley lines was an assignment arranged by Xuan Qing. If they were dissatisfied, they could go speak to Xuan Qing about it.
"What do you mean by that, Fellow Daoist? Are you saying that the two of us have done nothing?"
"No, no, no, this Poor Daoist would not dare. The two Saints have been busy preaching on Mount Sumeru and have had no time for such trivial matters. This Poor Daoist solved that problem for you, so why do the Saints look as though they want to kill me?"
Though Kunwu spoke humbly, the smile on his face seemed nothing but mockery toward Zhunti.
"Kunwu, you show no respect for Saints or the Heavenly Dao. Come with us to Mount Sumeru."
Zhunti had no intention of indulging Kunwu. Since he dared mock Saints, Zhunti would let him witness the majesty of a Saint.
"This Poor Daoist