East Sea, Golden Ao Island.
By the shore.
The two men drinking tea beside the tea table had fallen into a strange, stifling silence.
Daoist Jieyin had been stunned speechless by Qingyuan's words.
Yet Qingyuan seemed not to notice the expression on his face. He continued sipping his tea, calm and faintly smiling, as if he had already determined what choice Daoist Jieyin would make next.
Daoist Jieyin remained motionless, like a clay statue.
His eyes were filled with struggle and hesitation.
Clearly, Qingyuan's words had also left him deeply troubled and under indescribable pressure.
After all, Qingyuan had never made a losing deal.
Who knew whether there was some scheme hidden behind his words?
White Bone Buddha Patriarch...
This high-ranking figure of the Buddhist Sect, whom they had kept hidden for countless Yuan Hui, had suddenly been brought up by Qingyuan. Who knew whether some conspiracy unknown to outsiders lay behind it?
At a time like this.
Qingyuan was actually suggesting that White Bone Daoist come out and become some Buddha Patriarch of the Buddhist Sect?
And he was even saying... the Buddhist Sect already had Spirit Mountain and Great Thunderclap Temple, so there was no need to worry; they could simply establish another New Spirit Mountain and another New Thunderclap Temple???
He clearly knew that the Buddhist Sect did not currently lack people.
Yet he still wanted White Bone Daoist, who was connected to Qingyuan, to become some new Buddha Patriarch.
Who knew whether this was a trap Qingyuan had laid to divide the Fortune Aura of the Western Teachings, or even forcibly split the Buddhist Sect apart entirely?
Under normal circumstances.
Daoist Jieyin would not have cared about any schemes. He might even have welcomed Qingyuan bringing more talented people into the Western Teachings.
But now, they