He showed no reaction.
He simply stood where he was, gazing calmly at Zhunti.
He neither replied nor nodded, and he did not so much as twitch an eyebrow.
His eyes looked as though they were watching a noisy fly.
Daoist Zhunti was not embarrassed in the least and continued, "Do you still remember, fellow Daoist, that during the Dao-Devil War, in order to fight my teacher, you drained the Earth Veins of the Western Land dry?"
"After that battle, my teacher naturally emerged overwhelmingly victorious, but the Western Land suffered a devastating calamity."
"The Earth Veins withered, spiritual roots were severed, and fertile land for thousands of miles turned into scorched earth. Not even a single spiritual herb could grow."
"When my senior brother and I took over the Western Teachings, it was not some blessed land at all, but a desolate region where even Fierce Beasts refused to dwell."
Daoist Zhunti sighed. The smile on his face gradually turned bitter, and his eyes even reddened slightly. "Over these countless Yuan Hui, my senior brother and I have lived frugally and struggled to keep things going, using our own Saint Merit to mend the Earth Veins inch by inch. A full day and night could not repair even three feet. My senior brother's Merit was nearly exhausted before we barely managed to establish that little foundation in the Western Lands."
"You cannot imagine the hardship involved."
He raised his sleeve and wiped away tears that did not exist from the corners of his eyes, his tone becoming ever more mournful. "Though the Buddhist Sect has now gained some semblance of prosperity, the foundation of the Western Land remains damaged. Talents are scarce, Incense Power is weak, and compared to the blessed lands of the east, it is still as