Laozi was the first to speak.
"There are many outstanding disciples in the Farm Teachings. Simply choose one from among them."
Yuanshi took up the thread.
"Elder Brother is right."
Tongtian lounged sideways in his tall chair, switching which leg was crossed over the other. His tone was so casual that it seemed like they were genuinely just chatting.
"I think Xuandu would do nicely."
Xuandu was indeed suitable. He had taught at the Farm Teachings for many years, possessed a steady temperament, handled matters fairly, and had sufficient cultivation.
If he truly became the Heavenly Emperor, it would be a wonderful thing for the Prehistoric World.
But the moment Su Miao heard Xuandu's name, her mind buzzed.
Xuandu was the Holy Son of her Farm Teachings. She had planned to hand the affairs of the Farm Teachings over to him someday.
If Xuandu left, who would help her manage the Farm Teachings in the future?
Yet Su Miao quickly calmed down.
Tongtian's tone was too casual—so casual it did not sound teasing, but more like he was amusing himself by playing with Hongjun.
How could Hongjun possibly agree to let a Farm Teachings Disciple become the Heavenly Emperor?
Did he think the Farm Teachings' influence was not overwhelming enough already?
Most of Su Miao's anxiety faded. These Masters of hers were all better actors than the last.
Zhunti looked solemn on the surface, but he was really just perfunctorily offering Hongjun a suggestion.
"Duobao could also be entrusted with great responsibility."
Zhunti was equally certain that Hongjun would never consider Duobao.
Duobao was the Western Teachings' chief disciple. His aptitude, temperament, and cultivation were all first-rate.
But making him the Heavenly Emperor?
Duobao himself might not even be willing.
He was doing perfectly well on Spirit Mountain. Why would