Venerable Yuanshi, I've Invited Help

At those words, the two Saints, Zhunti and Jieyin, gave no reply.

After all, they needed to carefully weigh the pros and cons.

Venerable Yuanshi and Haotian both understood what they were contemplating. Rather than press them, they gave them time to think.

Zhunti remained silent for a long while before slowly saying, "Senior Brother Yuanshi, what you say is true, but Qin Mu is no ordinary Saint."

Zhunti's voice was not loud.

Yet within the golden hall, the atmosphere sank with those words.

Jieyin slowly nodded as well.

"Qin Mu is far too ruthless in slaughter."

"If we truly force him into this game, it will not be a simple clash of magic."

"Last time, the Saints already suffered for it."

The words were tactful.

But everyone present understood.

Last time had not merely been a setback.

They had been pinned down and beaten by Qin Mu.

Venerable Yuanshi's Saintly body had been shattered several times.

The Fortune of the Western Teachings had been diminished.

Zhunti's dignity had nearly been trampled into the dust.

Though Jieyin was steadier than Zhunti, it was not as though he had paid no price.

To say they were not afraid would be a lie.

Saints were Immortal and Undying.

But Saints also had dignity, Fortune, and their lineages.

And Qin Mu's way of striking happened to delight most in smashing precisely such things.

Zhunti looked toward Venerable Yuanshi. "Senior Brother, if this time we are merely suppressing Yang Jian, then I am naturally willing."

"But Qin Mu stands behind Yang Jian."

"Once Qin Mu makes a move, it becomes a struggle between Saints."

"I would like to ask one question: Senior Brother, do you have absolute confidence?"

Hearing this, Haotian also looked toward Venerable Yuanshi.

He wanted to know the answer as well.