Zhunti immediately shut his mouth, leaned back in his chair, and said nothing more. Inwardly, he praised Su Miao's move once again.
Miao Heng appeared to be yielding, but in truth, she had cleanly severed herself from all responsibility and kicked the ball straight back to Hongjun. There was no need for him to step forward and play the villain.
There was no Saint backing them, no support from the Farm Teachings—only a Dao Ancestor confined by the Heavenly Dao within Purple Sky Palace.
If the Heavenly Court wanted to truly establish itself, the road ahead would be long and arduous.
Of everyone present, only Su Miao felt that sending disciples of the Western Teachings to the Heavenly Court might not be entirely a bad thing.
The Heavenly Court needed manpower, while the Western Teachings' disciples could gain experience there. They could earn Merit and accumulate practical experience.
Once they returned, they could also give back to the Western Teachings.
Unfortunately, the Heavenly Emperor stood on the opposite side from them. No matter how much Merit there was to gain, Zhunti would never agree.
Only then did Tongtian recover from his shock over the clash between his disciple and the Dao Ancestor.
When he heard Su Miao recommend Haotian and Yaochi, he nearly thought he had misheard.
"Two kids as the Heavenly Emperor? Master, are you serious?"
The teasing in his tone was impossible to conceal.
Hongjun ignored Tongtian's teasing.
"The Heavenly Court governs the Prehistoric World and is connected to all sides."
Having lost the Farm Teachings' support, the Heavenly Court would naturally have to seek aid elsewhere.
Yuanshi's face turned cold, and the first thing he said was—
"What does the Heavenly Court have to do with my Kunlun?"
Yuanshi would not tolerate anyone dictating terms to Kunlun.