Guang Chengzi and Chi Jingzi fixed their gazes directly on Yin Jiao and Yin Hong, then cupped their hands and said,
"Fellow Daoist Kong Xuan, these two boys are fated to join our Chan Sect. By the Imperial Edict of our master, the Primordial Heavenly Venerate, we have come specifically to take them as disciples.
"We hope that, for the sake of the Saint, Fellow Daoist, you will accommodate us and not stand in our way."
At the mention of the Primordial Heavenly Venerate, the expressions on Yin Jiao and Yin Hong's faces shifted endlessly. Was this Saint also plotting against the Human Race?
Before this, they might have been delighted at the prospect of joining the Chan Sect. But after Kong Xuan had swept away the fog clouding their minds, they understood.
If they entered the Chan Sect, their fate was destined to be a tragedy—they would become sinners despised by the Human Race.
But it was a Saint's decree. Could Kong Xuan truly withstand it?
Kong Xuan did not move an inch. He merely lifted his eyes lazily and glanced at the two of them, his indifferent tone carrying a trace of chill.
"You think you can use the Primordial Heavenly Venerate to pressure me?"
Kong Xuan's aura suddenly surged, shooting into the heavens. Outside the tent, wind and clouds whirled backward as the spiritual energy of heaven and earth violently boiled.
An incomparably domineering pressure crashed down. Guang Chengzi and Chi Jingzi, who had just been standing in the air with lofty bearing, were sent plummeting beneath that aura, falling to the ground in disgrace.
"Th-this is... the might of a Quasi-Saint?"
The two were panic-stricken. Slowly raising their heads, they stared at Kong Xuan with terror-filled eyes.
They had believed that, having cultivated to the peak