The Saints' "Career Plans"? The Saints Depart-Is It Over?

In Zixiao Palace.

A strange atmosphere hung in the air.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun watched the Three Pure Ones impassively, his gaze unfathomable.

No one knew what he was thinking.

At the Dao Ancestor's question, Saint Taiqing and Yuqing both turned their gazes, almost imperceptibly, toward Sect Master Tongtian.

They could certainly give the Dao Ancestor their word, but their word would mean nothing.

Qingyuan was Tongtian's disciple, after all.

Without Tongtian's permission, even if they agreed now, Tongtian would still make a scene if the arrangements failed to suit him later.

They might as well let Tongtian speak for himself.

Tongtian fell silent for a moment.

A long hush settled over the hall.

During that time, immense struggle showed on Tongtian's face. Under such pressure, he looked as though he were fighting some mighty being to the death!

A long while passed.

He opened his eyes. "Teacher, give me some time. I'll handle Qingyuan's matter."

After saying that,

his figure seemed to slump, as though he blamed himself for failing to protect his disciple.

"Good."

Dao Ancestor Hongjun nodded in satisfaction, then looked at Daoist Zhunti. "Do you have anything else to say?"

"Heh, Teacher, this disciple has one small request."

Saint Zhunti seized the opening. "Teacher, my Western Lands are barren and bitterly cold. The Earth Veins are severed, and talent is scarce. Now that the Human Dao Three Saints have fallen, the Human Race has no Saint to anchor its Fortune Aura. If something goes wrong with the Human Dao in the future, all living beings and the Primordial Wilderness may face disaster."

"Therefore, this disciple volunteers to stand guard over the Human Race and the Human Dao."

"Please grant me permission, Teacher!"

At those shameless words, the Three Pure Ones were so furious they laughed. They nearly